You see where this is going, don’t you?
Before I go there, let me say this. The Georgia-Florida trip was just a culminating activity in what turned out to be two weeks of whirlwind trips. First we went to see son No. 1 in Tallahassee. From there we went to a business meeting in Savannah. Then I went to Atlanta to work, and Trudy headed to the lake to look after the house.
All of that away time was going to result in more boarding time for Otis. By the way, in case I forgot to mention, Otis is our 110-pound chocolate lab … oh wait a minute. Trudy has had him on weight control formula, so he is down to a svelte 99 pounds.
Regardless of the number, he is a big boy. Boarding him all of those days is a big number, too, so my sister, perhaps in a moment of weakness, agreed to doggie sit for me.
Now, I have to admit that The Beast, as we all affectionately refer to him, is much less trouble than were either of my children. Be that as it may, Otis spent an entire week being loved, cuddled, and otherwise spoiled by sibling and her family.
I will say this in their defense. He is a snuggle bug!!
So when I discovered the motel was pet-friendly, well, I just couldn’t help myself. So Trudy met my sister, brother-in-law, and Otis at their home, and they all caravanned to J’ville. I left work a little early on Thursday, and we all met in Valdosta to finish our pilgrimage to the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party.
Otis didn’t make it to the game because they have some really stupid rule about not being able to take pets into the stadium. I tried to pass it off as just humans who don’t get it, but I think his feelings were hurt.