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Fri, 18 Sep 2009 23:31:00 +0000

I always wondered what my dog did when I left my apartment.

Today, I found out.

I set up a camera in my apartment this morning. Then I waved goodbye to my dog, Rainbow, and I left for work at 8:30 a.m.

This is what I found out.

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When I leave for work, Rainbow stares at me a few feet from the door. I always assumed that, like a teenager, she waits for her parents — in this case, me — to leave the house and then does things she would otherwise not do.

Rainbow is not like a teenager.

My dog stands in front of the door for a few minutes, hoping that maybe — just maybe — I’ll come back. Of course, at this point, I’m already halfway down the street.



Once she realizes I’m gone for good, Rainbow goes to the kitchen and gets a drink.

“But wait!” she wonders. “What is this I hears! Maybe my owner is still in his room!”

So she mozies on over into my bedroom and checks it out.



“Is he in the closet? Nope. The bathroom? Nope. Under his bed? Nope. On top of his bed? Nope.” Then she realizes, “Ohhh, he really is gone.”

Rainbow trots over to the door once more, but she quickly gets tired of waiting for me on the door mat so she decides to get comfortable. She jumps onto my couch, feels around for a comfortable spot and lays down to watch TV. (I always leave SportsCenter on for her.)

But, like most girls, she gets bored of SportsCenter and begins grooming herself.



At this point, I’m yelling: You’re not a cat, Rainbow! What the heck are you doing!

She sits in this position for a while, occasionally glancing at SportsCenter but, of course, guarding the door in case any intruders come in. But things sound quiet outside so, she decides to get into a more comfortable position.



“But wait! What’s this I hear outside?” she wonders. “I hear the door! Alvin? Is that you? Alvin?”



“Nope, guess not.”



I wrote about a pack mentality in dogs before. Dogs think of their owners as their pack members and, when their owners leave, sometimes they think they’ve been ditched.

So Rainbow tries to send a distress signal.



But there’s no response, so she ends up laying back down.

After one hour, Rainbow realizes I’m not coming back for a while, so she decides to take advantage of the time.



This is just one day -- maybe she invites her friends over to play poker the other days -- but it makes me feel a little better about leaving her home. But maybe next week, I'll let her watch "The View" or something.


RAINBOW IS HOME ALONE