life without dogs

my own personal spouse has taken the dogs to whitesville while we sell our house. soon i will pack up and join him down there, but in the meantime--who will come running when i open the deli bag with cheese in it? who will go berserk when the mailman comes? who will get in my way when i want to walk places? who will i go for a walk with in the morning and the afternoon? who will pant and cower during thunderstorms? who will bark at the vacuum? whose velvety whisker face will i kiss? who will i blame the farts on? who will think every move i make is potentially interesting or fun? who will lick their paws noisily while i'm sleeping? who will the cats regard suspiciously? whose poop will i pick up? is there even a reason to be home or keep track of time? is there an other? does anyone care if i come or go?