There is something new about all of this for me. The dogs were always my buddies and I loved them dearly. At times, they were more than I could handle. Especially with the move to New Hampshire. Apartment living. But they adjusted beautifully. I not as well. Maybe I don't want to adjust. But they give me home. Wherever we are.
More than ever I want to be home ~ wherever that is. Dogs manage what is. Sometimes I would love to be in their heads. I wonder what they feel. I think I know some of it. They teach me their likes and dislikes. Daily.
I can not imagine life without them. They are going to the kennel for a few days while I relax with a friend. They love the kennel. I miss them terribly when they are gone from our home, wherever that may be. But I will enjoy my time taking it easy. Not rushing to toilet them early in the morning. They will be pampered, too.
Traveling to the south they provide the best company. We talk on the way. I stop frequently to walk them. They are well nourished, hydrated. They love looking out the window. Children are always waving at them.
But I wonder how they will experience their first home when we return in January. This is their second home now. Will they be mad, happy, take off? I'll surely watch them close.
It won't be long til we are all southbound. Senior women.
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