First I’ve to get back to another rhythm in my life cycle, at Peter I could sleep in till ten or later. At my keepers I’ve to go for walkies already at 6.30! Around seven the house is then empty because they’ve gone to work and/or school. Then I take a long rest until they arrive back around four.
I also will miss the nice treats Peter gave me, he gave the leftovers to my keeper so I still have somewhere a taste of what life has been. Also my dinner will be back to the normal dog paté [yuck!] and dry pellets, instead of the juicy chicken or turkey pieces in gravy and vegetables and mixed-in dry pellets. Next to that, eating out of a plastic bowl is so different as eating out of bone china dishes.
That’s life… even for me. My keeper always says to Peter, that I get spoiled rotten. On which Peter says “I feel like a grandparent, telling my kids I wont spoil the grandkids, but they know I will do that anyway!”