When Rumpy and I walk, there are places he likes to go to check the latest pee-mails.
But he also likes to check on his peeps of all species.
He has to walk up the alley behind our house to make sure all the surveyors came to work. They stand around outside before heading out for the day. In the evening we go and Rumpy sniffs around the area to see what they were up to.
And there is, of course, Bentley the Pitbull. Bentley always barked at us when we walked by, and the Rumpster would leave a peemail across the street. But then Bentley wasn’t there, and Rumpy seemed forlorn as he hung around waiting for a sign from his friend. We learned last week that Bentley ate some yarn and it blocked his intestine, resulting in his need for surgery. Today, though, Rumpy kept hanging around across the street from where Bentley lives and was rewarded with barks and tail wags from his friend. Rumpy never barked back, but I could feel he was relieved to see Bentley again.
Soon this will all change. We are moving to Nashville, and Rumpy will no longer have sand to leave his paw prints in or Sam the one-eyed cat to whine at. There we will have new smells and new friends to check on.
It is bittersweet, because while this move is in our best interest, I feel guilty uprooting him and Buggie yet again.
Oh, and if you have a lead on a place to rent in the middle TN area, give me a holler!