I'm really going to miss my dog

My sister's watching her this weekend, but as of next week, I'm really not going to have a dog. Darn Stanford grad housing and its no-pets rule.

I realized it when I came home today and she wasn't there to greet me. She wasn't sitting on the couch, watching for me from the window as I got out of my car, she wasn't at the door waiting as I walked up the steps to my house, and she wasn't jumping around and whining when I got inside.

It was even sadder when I opened a fresh box of cereal after I got home from the gym and she didn't come running out of my room, expecting to get some. Usually she's asleep at this time anyway, but if she hears the cues of my post-gym cereal time, she comes to the kitchen because I always give her some of my Cheerios.

:(

Dogs ARE smrt

My dog, Suki, is normally the feistiest little bitch (it's techinically correct here) ever and doesn't like new people. As soon as they come in, she starts barking, and if they try to hold her, she snaps at them, starts shivering, and/or tries to get away.

That's why what just happened is sooooo weird. An old family friend just came to visit, and what shocked us all was that Suki didn't bark once AND even jumped into the friend's lap and sat there for a while, calm as ever. It's the first time she's ever done anything like that. She still doesn't even like my dad.

I've always heard that dogs are smart and they can tell when people like them, but I never thought it applied to chihuahuas--they're mean as hell to everyone. Our friend is at med school studying to become a pediatrician, she loves animals, and she's the gentlest, sweetest person ever. It's weird, but I think Suki picked up on that. I'm still in shock.