Day 165 of the Nowhere To Be Project was a rough day because it was tainted by the dreaded travel hangover. The travel hangover is the immediate period of a day or two that follows travel. It is filled with disgust at the laundry, the unpacking, the sorting of thousands of new photographs, and perhaps the worst part of it, the harsh return to reality. These emotions are impacting not only my husband and I, but also our dog. Usually he travels with us, but that was not possible on this international voyage (although I did talk to Viking about this and they said service dogs are allowed…maybe next time, lol).
Despite this, he managed to have the time of his life all thanks to our beyond amazing dog-sitter.
With Aunt Lizzie’s Pet Sitting service he romped and stomped with other pooches each day. He ran and played at parks, went for endless car rides, and indulged on sardines. He even made new friends which is very unusual for my mostly anti-other-dogs pupper. He doesn’t seem very excited about returning to our much less exciting normal routine and this is demonstrated by the fact that he has slept for 20 of the 22 hours we’ve been home. Maybe he has petlag?!? Or maybe he is just missing his beloved Lizzie! We are so blessed to have someone who loves our pooch as much as we do, caring for him as if he were her own.
***Photo credits to the one and only Liz Ferron!