[caption id="attachment_1711" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Wait for us, Scottie Mom! Here we come!![/caption]
Five days. Four nights. That’s how long this Scottie Mom has been without my precious pups. As I travel home, I’m reminded of my favorite part of the ordinary work day: coming home and having two overly excited Scotties there, greeting me at the door. One on his hind legs with his front paws flailing up in the air, the other running ahead of me, looking back as if to say, “Hurry! Hurry now, Scottie Mom – over here! I need a back scratchin’ and I better get your very first pet!”
It’s been months, perhaps even a year or more, since I last traveled without my Scotties by my side. I briefly thought of bringing Heather and Mr. K on a long car ride up north but decided that as much as I’d love to photograph my Scottie kids in the hometown I grew up in, 18 hours in a car was just too much for my precious pups to handle at any given time and we didn’t have much time to take the journey in smaller strides. And so, I boarded a plane, left Scottie Dad and the kids at home and headed to the great state of Rhode Island to pay my last respects to Heather and Mr. K’s Scottie Great Grandmadre.
Thinking of how Heather and Mr. K ordinarily greet me at the end of each and every work day, I can only imagine what tonight will have in store as I open the doors to the apartment. A back flip, maybe? A once-in-a-lifetime giant Scottie leap from the floor all the way into my arms? Or better yet, a Scottie Dad rule reversal granting Heather and Mr. K unrestricted access to the hooman bed in celebration of the holiday season? Time can only tell. One thing’s for sure: one small turn of the key in the front door and they’ll come a-bounding!