When momma is away, Big Boy Diego goes to doggie overnight camp, for although last year he went to the lake with me, this time around I decided that I needed a BREAK because I did. I also knew that there were, moreover, seven other dogs at the lake, and adding one other huge fur baby seemed like an invitation to utter chaos. One of the seven is also very sadly on his last legs, which was heart-breaking (he was such a super athlete, swimmer and ball-chaser), and I knew that his vulnerability might not mesh well with Diego’s still-a-puppy energy. Diego is also a tad clumsy, and our old darling doesn’t need that around, at all. And so, overnight camp for two weeks where he had a blast, was very popular, returning home in great shape – if slightly constipated, but that quickly worked itself out, literally!!
During the first week of my break, I dreamt Diego was stolen, one of those dreams where you’re upset and crying, and not getting an answer, a feeling that remains after waking. While he was found in my dream, and the thieves apprehended, I was unable to get him back – more tears, and frustration – because the state troopers who’d done the rescue were out at a class learning about vegetables? Or vegan-ism? Weird. I wrote to the kennel owner who reassured me he was fine, because why not reach out. I missed him, and was very happy to pick him up, and he was happy to be home, passing out as you see above on ‘his’ couch. Life is good, vacations are great, and – it’s great to be home. ~ New Yorker Cartoon by Harry Bliss…
