Coming back to America, I had only one concern: was I forgotten by everybody? Between my blog and email addiction I wasn't really too worried. However, two of my favorite people don't email and well, they don't read my blog either. Yeah, that's right, they don't read my blog. I'm sure you're asking yourself, "Why do you care about people who don't read your blog?" Well, as they say, "You can choose your friends but you can't choose your family." I have to still love these non-blog readers because they're my niece and nephew:
(PICTURE: Rocky enjoying a snack, Bella smiling.)
I have a very strange gift. Rocky is fully potty trained, but whenever he sees me he pisses himself with wild abandon. Zev actually has to take Rocky out of the house when I first come over or else he'll have a pool of yellow on his kitchen floor.
Seeing Rocky was what I considered to be my Ultimate Test on whether I was away too long. Would Rocky still pee himself or was I totally forgotten by him? This may sound crazy, but I was a tad nervous that he wouldn't pee his brains out when he saw me.
Well, last week Zev brought the dogs over and put them in my parents' backyard. I peeked out the window at the dogs a couple of times before I mustered the courage to say hi to them. I finally took a few deep breaths and went into the backyard. As I approached Rocky he gave me a look of recognition. I then gave him a big smile and jogged up to him. As I rubbed his head, the fire hose burst out and watered the grass in the backyard. Yup, I've still got it! I was gone but I wasn't forgotten.