The housekeeper sometimes drops by the house in the morning on her way to her first client.
Just to say hi to the dog.
In a special squeaky voice.
In a secret language she only uses with the dog.
She and the dog love each other in a way I – as the personal bank paying for the dog’s many and varied health issues – simply cannot.
And sometimes the housekeeper also leaves me little notes about the dog, propped up directly in front of the coffee machine so I can’t miss them….often written in a way that strangely reminds me of a ransom note maybe.
The notes say things like, “I fed Sunday” with a giant smiley face – which always makes me feel slightly inadequate, as though I had already failed in my first and primary duty as dog owner before 8 am.
But sometimes I fantasize that the note will say “I took the dog and she’s mine now”.
Which might leave me with a giant smiley face. And I think I could cope with any feelings of dog owner inadequacy.