I left Orlando at 7:15 a.m. Tuesday morning. It was 70 degrees, on it's way to 82.
I arrived in Boston at 11:30 a.m. It was 38 degrees. On it's way to snowing on Thursday.
I got up at 5:20 on Wednesday to fix Tagg's breakfast and pack his lunch.
I sighed, thinking of vacation where you sleep until 8:00, and someone else fixes all the food.
I took Milo to the dog park to work on his off leash training. He had a short relapse. Which ended in a romp in the harbor. Which ended in a giant gash on his paw. Which ended in an alarmingly expensive trip to the vet. Which ended in Milo chewing his bandage off while we all slept. Which ended in me watching him ALL DAY LONG.
He is very sad about bandages and cones and pain and pretty much everything.
I am very sad that I came home from vacation. He was much safer boarding at his doggie day care. I was much safer reading by the pool.
Vacation: 3 ; Reality: 0
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Location:Hull, Mass.
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