Someone call Snow White and tell her we have one of her dwarfs, Mopey.
We all know that Floyd looks sad on a daily basis...has. it. nailed.
I promise you, 100%, he is not.
But, I will say, homeboy knows how to work those droopy eyes. Especially to strangers.
As his mama, I can tell if he's legit sad or just playing you.
I'll give you a hint, he's usually playing you, vying for a treat.
Last Sunday he was legit sad and it broke my heart. In a million chunky paw pieces.
See Floyd and I ventured to Knoxville to meet Casey and Eric to return Pierre and we were all sorts a mess about it. We LOVED having Pierre and the boys got along so, so well. Especially towards the end, they were doing SO well together. They were following each everywhere, looking out for one another when one was rascalling and even snuggling. #meltmyheart
So safe to say, there has been less of this
and we are all finally starting to turn the corner of not so much sadness.
But it's not been an easy week.
Floyd went with us to return Pierre and the boys were so adorable in the car.
I only wish I could put into words my excitement to see them basically snuggling.
and when your basset bff goes back to his parents, you cope with a pupaccino.
It only seemed appropriate. I like ice cream when I'm sad...
I am not laying when I say Floyd was moping around on Sunday.
He was laying in Pierre's room looking even sadder than usual. He was off by himself a lot and was just not himself. Casey reported that Pierre was the exact same way.
'I miss my brudder basset.'
And to break my heart even further, every morning this week when we've gotten up, Floyd will go and stick his nose in the corner of Pierre's door as he would every morning before I let Pierre back. And I have to say, 'he's not in there buddy.' Wahhhhh
So when do you think I should ask Mister if we can get another basset?