I was right

My boy left today. He took me for a walk, played with me for a little bit and then poof. Well not exactly poof, he got the big pack and his boots ( I really wanted to tear up the boots, but well, I'm a good girl, not.)  Anyway, my dad got all sad and my mom was like "he has to go so he can finish and get back home", though I really think she was sad too. I think she was being a stoat, or some word like that, but she does not want my boy to be up north in the winter winds. To make mom happy when she came home I laid on her feet, just she knows she is loved. When dad comes home I will let him give me hugs and belly rubs. Good times, but I hate being right.