Hubby and I took off for warmer climes the other day and
someone decided we were not leaving without her.
She climbed in my carry on, tucked her head in and laid
down. Of course she must have been
thinking, “If I can’t see them they can’t see me - all will be well”.
Now of course this was not to be, but she is a dog and it is
pretty clever – for her. She may win an
award for being one of the sweetest dogs in the world, but she will never be in
the running for the smartest….
Anyway, back to Barnacle Rosie – the dog I cannot get out of
the path of, because she is always firmly affixed to some part of my body – no matter
how awkward. I have to beg the husband
to physically take her off me when he gets home from work because there is only
so much Rosie one can take in a day - to which she then promptly attaches herself to him.
The thought of us packing luggage and leaving for an
extended period of time obviously sent her into overdrive on how to include
herself in our plans. Which of course,
she was not a part.
So Barnacle Rosie was extricated from the luggage, placed
around my shoulders for the rest of the packing and then later had a ball
without us - chasing squirrels and playing in leaves at the dog sitters house with another German
breed.
Hubby was sure they reminisced about “The Old Country” the
entire time we were gone and I would have to agree, wouldn't you?
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