Chloe, Chloe, Chloe

I drove 213 miles to reunite with Chloe in record time – less than 3 1/2 hours. And she ran out of the house to greet me. And I got a really good hug. That was about 9 hours ago. In that time, she basically didn’t shut up, and we decorated a table with buttons, played the card game Spit, went to the supermarket so she could buy some bulk candy, went to the park and ate dinner. A great day. Until a little while ago.

Now, she’s stomping her feet and crying because I won’t play more Spit with her. Mind you, she apparently hasn’t had one meltdown the entire week. But now that I’m here, she’s starting again. But I’ve decided that the best way to deal with her mini tantrums is to ignore them. Because when I ignore them, she seems to calm down faster. And if I ignore her, her drama doesn’t bother me so much.
I really missed her. And I really enjoyed hearing all about her week, which sounded terrific. But I didn’t miss her icky behavior. At all. She just moved to the other couch because she’s pissed off at me. I’m still ignoring her. She’s wiping her eyes. Calming down. If she senses that I’m looking at her, though, she’ll start up again. So I am studiously avoiding her. So far so good.
I love you Chloe, but you drive me crazy!

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