[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Last summer, we brought Clark to Maine in August… and, not to be outdone, God brought an infernal heatwave to Pine Tree State that very same month. Our little Frenchie spent much of his vacation panting, looking for ice cubes, and sweating through his tongue. I spent much of my vacation worrying, worrying, applying cool towels, and worrying. The rest of the time, I was kicking ass on my turtle float.
This time around, Clark is going on a more dog-friendly trip while we head north. Though I hate leaving him, I know he’ll be in good hands with his trainers from The Pawsitive Dog. They offer a great alternative to boarding, as they take clients’ dogs home with them at night, and bring them to training during the day. One of his trainers lives on a real, live farm. For a city dog, the chance to run around with goats and horses is probably sort of like a (smelly) vacation. Plus, he gets to work on his mad skills.
This morning I packed his little personalized boat bag with 14 cups of dry food, one of his favorite toys (Mr. Squid), his medicine, a jar of Musher’s Secret, and one of our pillowcases. I sort of wish I could pack an invisible spy camera, just to see what he’s up to, but um… we don’t have one of those. Yet.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Laundry and packing and forgetting stuff
- Fighter conditioning at Peter Welch’s
- I really want a mini pig
Do you over pack, or inevitably leave something important (like underoos) behind?