when we go on vacation, our dog, hobbes, gets his own type of vacation. my parents are gracious enough to take care of him. he LOVES it. dad takes him for walks to go see the cows, he can go out on the deck through the sliding door whenever it pleases him, mom feeds him pretty much everything, and there is a smorgasbord of poop of all varieties in vast backyard. last night we went to pick him up. i think he is happy to be home, not sure if he thinks his vacation was too short. but i had noticed a little void, a missing presence, when he was gone and i am just glad to have him home!
i am also grateful that everyone else who was traveling, made it home safe especially my future father in law. who stayed with us for a few days, was able to go to a yankees games with his sons and blessed us with bagels every morning.
(alright, so this picture isnt exactly from vacation, just imagine him minus the jacket and with yankees hat on!)