The only problem is that airlines are simply not fit for a dog to use for travel (a real dog, not one that fits in a purse). Nowhere to run, too much noise, simply unacceptable. But, wait…the people are going by plane (it’s good enough for them, I suppose), and the stuff is going by truck…uh, oh…I’m back to the vision of me sitting, alone, with a couple of weeks worth of food in a big bowl, and an oversized hamster water bottle taped to the wall. Not good. More nightmares, and more reason for dog-human friction around here – not good. Anyone have any good ideas?? Somebody reading this has to have moved with their family before…anyone???
So, with all that going on, it’s been a tough week to focus on my rounds. Plus it’s hot. But sometimes the kids do something that makes you forget you’re sweating through your fur.
A while ago the youngest one won some money (well, in an NCAA pool, if you must know), and he did something you never expect a kid to do. He didn’t ask if he could get a new video game, or a bike – he asked if he could give some to charity. I’d forgotten about that (Dog. Short Attention Span. Squirrels…) until recently. So, a friend of ours is connected to Ravenswood Community Services, which provides hunger and poverty relief, health services, and life skills education in the Ravenswood and Uptown neighborhoods of Chicago, and that’s where the kid decided to help. Makes me glad I picked this family.
I know what it’s like to live in a box. I didn’t like it.
I kid around about the guys around here, but, hey, who can complain about 3 hots and a cot… (well, 2 half-bowls of kibble and anywhere in the house I choose to collapse)
At least we have a house. Find somebody who loves you, jump up on them, and lick their face.
Do it today.
Arf.
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