[Char*Pntr]

I don't think so. My wife is overseas, and Harley has been in depression ever since my wife left to take her mother home in Thailand.

While it's nice to have my mother in law at our house for a while, after 6 months, it became unbearable (1 day before her US Visa expired). The saving grace during this whole time, was, well her mother only speaks Thai, and I only know enough Thai to be dangerous.

So I looked forward to the day (last week) when I drove her and my wife to SFO airport so that she could return her mother home. This was a time I dreamed about all summer long - I thought it would be party time for me and my dog Harley. Wife gone, open up the beer, barbecue a steak or two, and let Harley sit at the table with me.

Boy, was I wrong! Of course Harley was excited to see me come back from the airport, and danced around the front room when I came back after a few hours. But then he realized something was wrong - he did not see my wife. I could then after 15 mins. see the sadness in Harley's eyes.

That's when my party crashed. The next morning was Monday. And Harley is somehow programmed, he sits at front of the door that opens up to the garage when my wife comes home from work every day at 4:30pm.

He patiently waits there everyday at 4:30pm waiting for my wife to come home. When his sadness became apparent to me, I've tried everything I can do to perk him up. I take him on extra walks, I give him doggie treats, and hug him. The joy I give him, only lasts for a few mins. After that, it's pure, raw sadness for him.

A few days ago, several of the regulars here, encouraged me to post a second pic. But I had to wait a few days, as I couldn't post anything because, it's got to the point where I choke up on tears.

My happy dog, seen on my first post here, has anything but a happy face now. My "vacation" has been nothing less than hell. I don't have a camera to document this, because my wife took it to Thailand.

He's seems to be a bit better now. I'll tell him "Momma back soon" and his ears perks up, and he runs to the garage door and patiently waits for the door to open. It doesn't so he just lays in front of the door, waiting for it to open. So for now on, I don't say "Momma".

Harley will be happy, this coming Saturday, when I will drive to the SFO airport to pick up my wife.

Pictured here, is Harley in his Halloween costume, on the evening of 10/31/2009.

Having said all of this, Harley has definitely taught me one thing:
That would be, who's the boss in this house. And that a dog is not necessarily a man's best friend. :-)