We’re back! And what a trip it was. Wednesday morning, bright and early, we dropped off Pablo with the sitter. He trotted off into the kitchen in search of treats without a backward glance. Ah gratitude your name is pug.
Then we took to the road, and except for a stretch in Virginia when we hit traffic, it was smooth sailing. In NC, we stayed with K’s brother and sister-in-law and their two darling offspring. Now I am not a big fan of children (as my daughter will attest), but these kids were cute. The girl, M, just turned 5, and holds lofty ambitions. She wants to be an astronaut, a doctor, and a princess when she grows up, and with the energy and will power she possesses, I’m sure she’ll succeed. The boy, O, is a toddler, very sweet and good-natured. Like my nephews at that age, he loves anything with wheels. After our Thanksgiving repast, their parents left them with us while they took in a movie. After countless games of hide-and-seek and puppet shows, K and I were exhausted, but the children, bless them, were still going strong.
The day after Thanksgiving we visited my sister, T, and her husband, B. As an added bonus I saw my nephew, on break from college. B unfortunately had to head off to work (he works retail and it was Black Friday), but the rest of us had a delicious lunch at a local restaurant. Afterward we went for a much-needed two-hour walk. My sister’s dog, Pupzilla, led the way. Pupzilla is a year or two older than Pablo and still remarkably spry. Here she is standing guard while my nephew sleeps. Note her festive bow.
That night we had a fantastic dinner of Thanksgiving leftovers (B is a wonderful cook) that included all the usual suspects, as well as copious amounts of wine, an apple cobbler, and homemade ice cream. Yum!
We left the next morning, our backs a bit sore after a restless night on a rapidly deflating air mattress, and headed for home. A mere 9 hours later, we pulled into the sitter’s driveway to claim Pablo. Inside there were about seven or so dogs, big and small, all barking. It seemed a madhouse, but the sitter remarked how much calmer things were now that several other dogs had left! She handed Pablo over to me, exclaiming how much she and her family loved him (naturally). Pablo, however, seemed pretty anxious to leave. He was trembling in my arms and didn’t stop until we were out of the truck and inside. On familiar ground again, he raced around like a maniac, barking for joy.
Like Dorothy said, “Oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home.”