Late in May (a month when I did not blogging, sorry, but I had reasons), my wife and I made a short trip to Taos, New Mexico, to decompress and spend the evenings having dinner with various friends there.
We had rented an AirBnB that permitted dogs, so Marco the Chesapeake was coming along.
Like every dog I have known, he recognizes when you are packing, whether for a trip to town or a long trip, and he is right there expecting to come along. Sometimes, yes, sometimes no.
This time, I had left my bag on the bedroom floor while I tossed in last-minute items. I came back to it after doing something else — and there was his Kong toy in the bag
"Don't forget me."
It gave me great pleasure to send him the "You're doing, for sure!" signal, which was to load his crate into the Jeep.
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