Hitting the Road

Ol' Buddy knows something's up. We are so careful when we start packing to go out of town but at the first site of our black travel bag, he's out the door like a shot and he camps out by the cars. "I saw you packin' and this car ain't moving without me in it," he seems to be saying. "And if you try, there's gonna be a problem." He loves riding and he goes with us often when the weather is not too hot.
When we do go out of town, we leave him with our niece Samantha who spoils him rotten. When we get back into town, he plays it for all it's worth. "No, you don't love me, so I've got a new home now. You can just go back home and Sam will come over later and get Mighty Dog and my water bowl." Talking about a guilt trip, he can lay one on you without saying a word.
As I've written in the past, Ol' Buddy belonged to Jilda's mom. He took every step she took. When she fell and broke her hip, she was in the hospital and in therapy for well over a month. It broke his heart because he had no way of understanding what happened. I gradually won him over during that ordeal and he came to live with us. Even after she came home, he could not back with her because her health began to decline at a rapid pace. As a result, he became our dog...more specifically, he became my dog.
I actually don't like leaving him behind. But most hotels take a dim view of pets and we do have a great place to leave him so from time to time we do leave him...but we'll miss him.
I'm hoping the hotel where we are staying has an internet connection so that I can update the blog for tomorrow, but if I don't, I'll do two on Monday.
Y'all have a safe and fun weekend.