So I’ve been “on the road” this week. I’ve been to Sarasota and Miami, doing a couple of events in both towns, and I’ve been lucky enough that my husband was able to accompany me on my Miami trip. We came over on Thursday and will leave on Saturday, and so what, you might ask, did we do with the infamous troll? (You might ask, I said, I didn’t say you actually would).
Well, what we did was we boarded her. For the first time. She’s nine years old and we have taken her with us everywhere. Which, when you consider the fact that she is a 120 pound shedding, gassy, drool producing machine is really quite good of us. I mean, that whole pope curing Parkinson’s thing has nothing on us, right? Beatification is clearly just around the corner.
And yet, the Hyatt does not seem to share our miraculous, patient love of all things Niko. In fact, they’re downright rude about it. And so we found a place, scoped it out, and then…dropped her off. And all I have to ask of parents with actual human children out there is: How do you DO that?! How do you drop your kids off at other people’s houses? It’s a good thing I don’t have kids, as I would likely duct tape them to my body. I suppose you get used to it? Inured to it? Do you eventually embrace it? Look for reasons and opportunities to do it?
And obviously it can’t be good for your kids to duct tape them to your body. For one thing, duct tape hurts like hell when you peel it off, and it always leaves those patches of gray stickiness that you have to rub off for days (don’t ask me how I know that) and that leave tender patches of pink skin behind. And surely the psychiactric bills from over-protected children must be astronomical.
But does it matter with a dog? I’m not sure. All I know is that I miss her. Oh, and the title?
Squirrels. Definitely squirrels.