Max, Mr. intuitive, observer supreme, current dog of less funk and filth ALWAYS knows when I'm leaving for the weekend.
He 's like glue to my side and dogs my footsteps the entire time I'm rushing about the house trying to sort out items for the trip.
The coup de grace is when the "big bag" gets hauled out of the attic.
*key dramatic music*
He HATES that big bag with the flowery handles ... absolutely despises it! Poor fella probably thinks that this time (out of every other time) I'm never coming back!
And no amount of reassurance by Pos and the kids can convince him that that ain't so ...
About Me
- molly gras
- I'm from the South, but hated the heat and the bigoted small-mindedness so I journeyed about the country until moving up North -- up to the land of four seasons, beautiful landscapes and the birthplace of a nation.
awarded to me by my lovely friend, Omega Mum
awarded to me by my darling friend, Mya
awarded to me by my wonderful friend, Omega Mum
awarded to me by special friend, Jeni
awarded to me by my fantastic friend, Omega Mum
3 comments:
But, he's going to be really happy Sunday night.
Dave -
Yes he was! He was definitely happy to have me return!
Funny, my kids do the same thing every time I bring them to daycare.
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