Travels and Travails for Zoe

Dear Reader,

I am Zoe, a herding dog, breed unknown but probably between Aussie and Border Collie. My folks got out a suitcase last night and finished packing it before I was done with my beauty sleep this morning and it was like planning for the invasion of Normandy.

Mom told Dad he had to pack his own bag with help so he could hang up his belongings and bring them all home. She says Dad hasn’t packed a suitcase in 12 years. I’ve only been around for nine so no judgment there.

He stole my pillow I’ve had for five years to use on the plane and in the hotel. I’ve been looking for him all day, not just for the pillow. Mom is calm and into our routine. I have been badgered by a man whose friend says he is afraid of dogs and I got nowhere near him and he and Mom argued for a few moments. I’m only sorry he’s afraid of us dogs because he’s missing out on a good thing.

Then there were fireworks. I’m not really scared of them but they are loud and bother my ears. I was still looking for Dad to come home even though Mom is taking good care of me. She did eat the rest of my meat loaf for dinner, though. In order to make her feel guilty for me missing a pack member I did jump on the sofa three times tonight, and that’s not allowed. She did not make me jump down.

Then there have already been two late night Coast Guard exercises with helicopters and now she’s gone to her desk to write this and I had to come see her. Now when she goes back to bed she’ll have to lift me up again. I have no hips and am getting old.

I look forward to our pack being together again tomorrow as right now I think Mom has to go to sleep and I’ll protect her. Canine friends, keep rescuing Timmy from the well. I’m learning the Lassie salute. Zoe