Dog Sitting

I had my neighbor's dog, Makoa, all last week while they went to South Carolina. She can be a bit of a pain. She follows you around, is psycho in the car, you have to pick up her poop, she runs on your heels, begs for food, and got fur and sand all over my apartment. But when I climbed out of bed this morning and was being careful not to step on her, I was sad when I realized she wasn't there. No one to hike with, no one to play fetch with, no one to lay at my feet, no one to greet me like I've been gone "forever" when I get home. Dogs are nice.