Sasha and I watching TV. She is sleeping on a heated blanket. It is cold in the house and the heat is off as of May 1.

I might have to get a dog. Sasha, the little dog that lived with me for 10 days had to go home today. We had a great time together. She reminded me of a teenager when she would sleep for long periods of time. She was the best medicine for coming home from work. She was happy I was home and of course would feed her. Sometimes I didn't understand what she wanted, as she doesn't really come with many instructions. She would stretch out and walk that way which sometimes I thought she just wanted to play and sometimes I thought she wanted to go out. She listened to every command I made and licked me silly sometimes. I think it was her way of saying--I'm going to lick you now then I don't want to be disturbed when I sleep.

This morning I received a text from my Next Door Neighbor telling me they are back and to bring Sasha home. I felt a little sad. But I carried her and most of her stuff next door. She seemed very happy to be home.

Now, what will I do without her?