I got up this morning at dawn to walk Belle before my flight to NYC and finally discovered a coffee shop I like that’s open at 6:45 am.
Those who know Belle best know that she doesn’t like “Good-Byes” at all. (Of course, she’s crazy about “Hellos,” but when people depart she tends to shy away vs. her incredibly exuberant greetings.)
Since I was leaving her in the cottage so early, I was slightly concerned she’d miss me a bit too much before Susan could visit with her (along with the many other folks who were going to spend time with her while I’m gone.)
Belle’s so smart that she totally knows exactly what packing suitcases mean. Therefore, last night I attempted to trick her by putting my packed suitcases outside the cottage doors, towards the garage.
Still, she suspected something, so I tried to distract her with a mass of fresh chicken as I made my departure, pretending that I was merely going out for an hour or two of Bikram. And I think it more or less worked –– or at least it allowed me to slip away knowing that she was at least happy in the moment.
And now, flying via San Jose and then Salt Lake towards NYC, ready to see old friends, enjoy weddings, and hang out with a very cute baby!
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