No Vacation for Me

IMG_0090I knew when I saw the suitcase roll out that Doc was up to something, but I stayed in denial until I actually saw her packing. The woman was taking enough stuff to flee a Zombie Apocalypse, so I kept my eye on her. I thought it was a good sign when I saw her put my bed and food in the car. Relieved when she opened the back door and told me to get in the car, I assumed we were going on vacation together. Boy, was that a wrong assumption.

Before long we pulled into the veterinarians driveway and my heart sank. My denial turned into the reality of knowing I was staying behind. I was greeted warmly by the staff and then Doc kissed me on the top of the head and said good-by. ” I’ll be back, be a good boy” she said and then she walked out the door without a second glance. After 24 hours, I was getting home sick. I missed Doc’s smell, sleeping in the bed next to her and playing in the yard. To make it even worse, the staff at the office showed me pictures she had posted on Facebook of all the fun she was having without me. Talk about rubbing it in

Five long days passed when one of the veterinary assistances came into the kennel to tell me that Doc was back. I had already decided that I was going to ignore her when I saw her. As we came into the lobby she turned to me, smiled and bent down to rub me under the chin. I couldn’t help it, my tail started wagging and I leaned in against her. Doc looked rested and happy. Even though I missed her, I realized at that moment that Doc needs to get away sometimes and have new adventures without me.

2 Comments
  • Connie Siegle
    November 4, 2015

    Dear Grover,
    I’m sure that a vacation sounds nice but from my experiences I need a vacation to recuperate from my vacation…lol Connie

    • Grover
      Grover
      November 4, 2015

      I agree!