Yep. I would say with all certainty that Pippa suffers from separation anxiety. I have been working from home all weekend, and she has been by my side the entire time. With the exception of a stray ink pen, Pippa and Chaco both have been content to play with their toys, and nap.
Last weekend was a different story. Katherine and I went to Auburn to move Izzy from one apartment to another. It was the first time I had been back to campus since that moron poisoned the Toomer’s Oaks. Izzy had sent pictures and all, but seeing them in person brought it all into a different light.
So sad. What a jack*ss. Just because your team lost, doesn’t give you the right to destroy a sacred part of Auburn’s tradition. Not to mention living organisms that are over 130 years old.
Pippa and Chaco stayed home with David. He had school, so he held down the fort at home. He says he turned his back for just a minute, but this is what happened:
I think it’s a severe case of separation anxiety. I now have an arsenal of bitter spray. Bitter apple, bitter cherry… but I think Pippa has acquired a taste for all things bitter – or it just doesn’t seem to phase her.
So when I got home, she stuck to me like glue. I had some work to do, and Pippa decided she did too –
She is firmly planted in my briefcase. I don’t think she wants me out of her sight.
From all the havoc she is wreaking on the living room, me either.