Hooray, starting tomorrow Byrd and I are cruise-bound. We'll drive to Galveston, board a cruise ship, and get outta Dodge until next weekend.
This is our first real vacation in a very long time, so I'm pretty excited. Hurricane Ike and whatever all else, I could care less about that. As long as I'm away. With my husband. Having an adventure.
Poor Dozer is a wreck. I thought he was sick this morning. He was droopy, lethargic, and just plain depressed-looking. When we came home from last-minute trip shopping, he didn't even rush to greet us as he usually does. But then I realized how anxiously he's been eyeballing our rapidly filling suitcases. He definitely knows what's going on. I feel bad for him but I know he'll be fine with my mom.
So--back in a week. Au revoir!
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Bye, have fun, and don't be worried about a hurricane named after Kyle from South Park's little brother!
I don't know how they know, but dogs know. We just got back from a short vacation ourselves. We took the Couch-bull along. We'd have to start the walk with Ramsey on the leash; otherwise, he'd make a U-turn and head back to the cabin porch. Once the cabin was well out of sight, we could take him off the leash. He always ended up having a great time on the walk.
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