When my husband leaves for work,
the dogs act as if the man is six feet under and will never come home again. Drama Queens.
They want his constant attention
whenever he's in the kitchen. He's THE MAN! They jockey for his hand, his eyes choosing one of them.
Then he leaves, and it's The End of the World all over again.
How did they endure our four-day trip to a wedding in Connecticut? We got home Monday night. There was much rejoicing.
Little Bear does a happy dance
One perk: we brought home SMELLS!
That suitcase carries molecules of a Danbury hotel and the home of a Grammy-winning musician who lives in Harlem. Our son sublets from him when the musician is back in Europe on tour for a month at a time.
How the dogs do sniff our luggage when we return! The cat, of course, just sits on it to make sure HIS scent molecules overpower everyone else's. Bobi the Bad rules. Replace Deutschland with Bobi:
Bobi, Bobi, über alles, Über alles in der Welt
What a smug little punk.
La Guardia was grueling
and by that I mean it was so bad, I will not peak of it. Must think only of good things.
This is how we felt waiting for our flight to take off:
Must. Not. Think of It.
Heading over the #dailypetphography now to think only on good things!
dPet 謝謝所有參加者，如果你有寵物，快拿起相機來拍張照片及參加
dPet 謝謝所有參加者，如果你有寵物，快拿起相機來拍張照片及參加