I got back from work today at about eleven. With everyone else on holiday, I'd had to leave Milly locked in the kitchen since I left at around 5. When I got back and let her out, she charged at me, tail wagging, whimpering, shaking. Poor thing. I think she thought she'd been abandoned or something. She followed me around the house for ages after, too. Although that may have had something to do with the Pringles I was eating.
I'm going to have to abandon her tomorrow too, and for even longer on Friday and Saturday, and maybe Sunday. I feel really mean.