We are back in Vancouver – and failing fast. On the surface, it seemed like a good idea at the time: wake up REALLY early and catch the first flight out so that the dogs would, presumably, sleep the entire five hours enroute. And, yeah, we did wake up at 4 a.m. And we did catch the 6:50 a.m. flight out. And Lulu was as quiet as a mouse for the entirety of the trip. But Bubba! Cantankerous, anxiety-prone, almost-14 year old Bubba? He whined and cried and poked his head out of the carrier and made certain I didn’t sleep a wink either.
But the important thing is we’re back home. And look at what was awaiting us, a little gift from our house-sitter, Tomomi:
Yep, it’s a hand-painted depiction of the diabolical duo doing what they do best…impatiently awaiting treats.
So, hey, while I was in the…
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