I’ve been going through the pictures on my phone and have decided I take way too many, not well focused, photos. But there is purpose behind each. Even odd ones like this…
Living that pianist life; waiting during Intermission of Hairspray!
And this…
The eye-catching exterior of a patisserie in Baltimore.
And this…
Are these homemade solar panels? Someone help me understand…
My photo storage will coast along unchanging for a while, and then even a simple three-night trip will add an extra 250 photos.
Even so, dog pictures make up about 80% of my photos.
In December, we’ll have had Lilo for two years. She’s gotten pretty comfortable here and even though she and Stitch aren’t best friends, they’re used to each other*.
*There’s a great line from one of The Marx Brothers’ movies that comes to mind whenever I say this:
Groucho says to Chico: “You love your brother, don’t you?”
Chico responds: “No, but I’m used to him.”
While I never wanted to be a person who traveled with her dog, this year we have taken her away not once, not twice, but three times.
First, there was Pittsburgh…
“I’m ready to go home now.”
It was a chilly, rainy weekend and I couldn’t properly explain in words she would understand why we had taken her from her cozy, safe home to spend half her time avoiding rain drops.
I swore we would not take her anywhere again. I claimed her a non-traveling dog and declared she would never leave her home again.
Then, Lance had to work in Cambridge.
The problem, if you haven’t gathered it yet, is that we don’t trust leaving the two dogs together with anyone else just yet. So, Stitch who will go with anyone who gives him attention and/or has food, gets placed first. And then, as it turns out, if I can’t find another dog sitter in time, Lilo comes along with us.
Being all cute at Quincy Market
Getting used to being the only dog in our lives
Especially when treats were involved
This trip, in the sunny warmth of September, was totally different. She walked. She played. She was happy.
We knew from the start we would take her to the Finger Lakes with us, and our trip to Cambridge softened my worry that she would be okay.
This was the point in the trip where she was starting to get spoiled…
No wait, maybe it was here…
Or here…
No, definitely here
I still don’t think I’m going to convert to a person whose desire is to travel with their dog, but it’s nice knowing Lilo’s world has opened up a little more, that she’s less scared, and certainly, that she gets to experience more than the inside of a crate 24/7.
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