If you read For the love of dog, you know that Dakota is my original dog daughter. But, given her age, she’s hardly aware of how many hours we’ve been held up in our home together during quarantine. However, someone else is aware… very aware.
Meet Carolina, our nine-year-old wiener dog. She’s winning quarantine.
Early on during the pandemic, we comforted each other while watching gloomy news during Governor Cuomo’s daily briefings. Mid-way through, we began calling Carolina my office mate as we spent nearly the entire work day side-by-side in my makeshift office in the living room or family room. And, now, over six months later, we’ve both succumb to the quarantine fifteen (her, more happily than me) and become extremely attached to each other.
She’s not the best about personal space, and stealing lunches is one of her bad habits. But, she’d probably point out my coffee breath and that I talk to myself too much. Oh, well.
The day that I resume my commute to downtown, she (and I) will be heartbroken. But, until then, Carolina will continue living her best life.
Excited to read your recipes!