June is one of those transition months for the dogs. The days are longer, hotter, and walks for the dogs are delayed to the evening hours, when it starts to cool down. More often than not, Dolce and Amore are left at home, not wanting to leave them in the car during the hot hours of the day as Malcolm runs into town for errands. Malcolm and I are busier. Between work, travel, meetings, weddings, graduations and Saturday night dinners – it seems we’re gone more than we’re home. The girls feel the effect of our busy schedule. Flanked among boredom, and long hot days, they alternate between being sluggish during the hottest part of the day to being antsy when the tedious hours of lonesomeness labors on. Their daily schedule has shifted to accommodate June’s higher temperatures and our demanding agendas.
We can easily spend forty or so minutes calming them down as we enter the house after being away. Both Dolce and Amore get clingy, wanting us right by them, touching us with their paws, nose nudging our hands and elbows. They just want our touch. A hand resting on them. A constant scratch under the chin. Fingers endlessly rubbing their fur-lined ears.
The usual scenario is a furry body on each side of me, so close a sheet of paper couldn’t slide between us, my arms around each one. If I so much as move a finger away or twitch an eyelid, they’ll nudge me with their powerful paws as a reminder to pay more attention to them. Their hind ends burrowing in even deeper into the corner pocket between the couch and my hip, their bodies leaning into me, I have 100 lbs. of deadweight dog resting against me on each side. They each have their spot – Dolce on my left, tucked in close under my arm and shoulder, Amore on my right, plastered to my side, head resting against me. I’m somewhere in the middle breathing in dog hair and fending off paws and noses.
Tomorrow I leave for a conference and will be gone for a week, leaving Malcolm home tending to the girls. I can only imagine my homecoming.