My roommate George moved out to greener pastures in Texas over the weekend after his two year stint at the Cho Casa here in Orange County, California.
We formed a life-long friendship and I will miss him greatly.
My dog Noah will miss him even more. This story and the photo below should speak volumes about their love affair.
In the past week or so as George waded through and packed his belongings, we wondered if Noah would pick up on the permanence of George's departure, and how he would react to parting ways with his beloved.
Well, here is what happened.
After loading up and exchanging long good-byes with us, George finally got behind the wheel of his car, bracing himself for a long 1,500 mile drive from here to Decatur, Texas. Just before he reached out to shut the door, Noah took a plunge below George's legs, burrowed his way to the floor beneath the driver's side of the dashboard, staked out his place as seen below.
No amount of cajoling could coax him to budge for the next 15 minutes. It was cute, funny, and sad at the same time. George fought back tears.
But to think that my dog was actually considering leaving me for somebody else. Yo, buddy, I pay the bills. How can I get it through your head? You know, the bills? Oh I don't know. Stuff like...the roof over your head. The food in the bowl. The water. The leash for the walk. The vet expenses.