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ALONE TOGETHER

Franklin and I are keeping bachelor hall this weekend.

John is off to a writers' conference in San Diego.

We keep the routine. I do the AM and the PM walk. No bike. That's OK.

I brushed him this afternoon for his appearance in public; usually John's job.

Otherwise, there isn't a lot of difference except for Franklin. He gets to stay alone in his crate while I go out to dinner with a friend (last night) or to a Meeting (this morning). He is OK with that. It is his den.

He doesn't even go into wild abandoned kisses when I get home anymore; grown up.

But, it is quiet; no one to make conversation with. Not the two way kind, at least.

I ramp up on my monologue to Franklin and he seems to warm to it. When I was combing his fur, there was a low rumble. But, maybe that wasn't conversation.

He is also more apt to be looking for me as I am the sole playmate or caretaker.

We will keep on our lonely regimen until John returns Monday.

We will have fun; but not the same kind.

Tomorrow's usual threesome walk will be a twosome.

The bedroom will be the same; two not three.

And so it goes.

But on Monday, Franklin will go to the groomer; one of his favorite things.

John will probably be back in time to pick him up.

A happy reunion!