I have been home for a total of three days and so far I have gone through all of the movements. I’ve seen my friends and I’ve spent a lot of quality time with my family. I am ready to fly off to Aruba where all I have to worry about is not eating too much food to the point where I puke (yes I do throw up a lot, I’m getting it checked out, don’t worry). I am beyond excited to spend my days on the beach listening to music and baking away in the sun. However, there is always one thing that gets me when I have to go away so soon.

I have separation anxiety and recently I have been powering through my hatred of leaving home. But, the one thing that gets me every time is having to leave my princess.

I don’t think there is any sort of word that describes the feeling of missing your dog. It is an emotion unlike anything else. Over the past few years, I have been away at college and my six pound ball of fur has become my shadow. If I walk into a room and she doesn't follow, it’s a big deal (for me, at least). Lemme tell ya, poodles are geniuses. They should work at the Apple store. In fact, there are videos of her at the airport crying because she knows that I'm coming home.

There are people who are obsessed with their pets and then there are people who believe they are humans. My family is the latter. Jovi is not a dog. She sleeps like a human, acts like a human and bitches like a human. We registered Jovi as an emotional support animal so we can take her anywhere SHE wants. Emphasis on the she because Jovi has everyone whipped. If people give my mother shit over having the dog in a public place, NO ONE is safe. She is allowed to be on an air craft for crying out loud. Who doesn’t want this teddy bear of a dog to be in your presence?

There really isn’t anything more that I can say that will do her justice. So, here are photographs to give you a little glimpse of what I will be missing for 8 days.

I honestly don’t know how I’m going to make it…