On the days when I go to the (an) office, I always feel slightly guilty about leaving Nysse on his own for a good 10 hours. Especially during the weeks when the kids aren’t here, either.

But he doesn’t seem bothered at all. Sometimes he goes out (he probably knows what it means when I pack my bag and head towards the door early in the morning); sometimes not. On the indoors days, I think he spends literally all his day sleeping. When I come home, he meets me in the entryway, stretching as if he’s just woken. He goes out, circles half the house to come back on the other side (probably for a quick pee) and then comes back in for his dinner.

Sometimes there’s some food still left in his bowl from his breakfast, so clearly he hasn’t been hungry enough to even go to the kitchen and check if there’s anything there.