one lonely success

lately, i’ve been working longer-than-usual hours at school. consequently, my buster-time has suffered. over the past couple of days, buster has taken to moving his bed right up against the front-door whenever i leave the house.

now upon arriving home at some ridiculous hour, i have to gently open the front door and nudge his bed from the doorway before being able to enter.

my guilt is almost unbearable.