Peggy is not happy.  She's really not happy.  In the morning when she sees my uniform come out the cupboard, she glares at me.  She slinks around after me while I'm gettng ready, and she doesn't leave my side.  And then, when I got home this afternoon she was waiting at the gate for me.  Stevan snapped these photo's this afternoon:

waiting

That's Peggy curled up in the spot on the drive where my car is normally parked.

still-waitingAnd here she is, a few minutes later, waiting at the gate in the hope that her boss won't be too late.

How can something that little make one feel so incredibly guilty?