My sister wants to go on a tropical vacation with me to celebrate my ?0’th birthday this spring. A part of me doesn’t want to go if my dogs can’t go with us. Is that weird?
It’s not like I haven’t been apart from my dogs before. There have been vacations without them. We have a top notch pet boarding facility nearby where Zack and Zoe are well taken care of and (gasp) have a wonderful time without me. So their well being is not a concern.
The thing is, as the dogs and I get older I appreciate more and more each and every day that I’m blessed just to be with them.
Chances are that if you’re reading this you’ve known the love of a pet. And understand that … certain something … that pets give us. It’s hard to put into words. Some call it unconditional love.
Every day I wake up to their eagerness. Each night they sigh pure pleasure when I tickle their tummies as I kiss them good night. Coming home to their tail wags and happy energy without fail lifts my spirits. They even make walking in freezing rain a fun outing.
So part of me would rather be scratching their ears and watching them play than sipping a tropical drink on a sandy beach somewhere else in the world.
Is that weird?