Friday, January 11, 2013
My dog, Brownie the Sailor Dog, knows something is up. My lovely wife and I have been preparing for our Florida trip. The dog refuses to leave our side, as if we'd leave her behind. I can't walk to the van without her quickly jumping in.
When we have to leave her alone at home for a couple hours, she finds interesting ways to amuse herself. She gathers up our footwear and jackets from the mud room and hauls them upstairs, where she makes a nest out of them. There's often a trail of shoes and clothes across the kitchen and up the stairs to the living room.
If we leave her in the van, she'll quietly lie down and patiently wait. She knows we'll be coming back.
Once we are finally on the road, she'll be fine.