Our dog is sulking.
I understand the feeling.
It's not really about a pea under your stack of mattresses.
It's more of a small stone in the pit of your stomach that reminds your that your beloved is not home.
It makes your sleep less comfortable.
We've been coping pretty well with Mr. Loggerhead traveling so much for work.
Most days are pretty decent.
But sometimes we sulk.
That's what makes us true princesses...err... prince in our dog's case.
The Prairie Hen