Missaroo and I are back in Kennewick, Washington this weekend for a wedding. For us, this is where it all started. Miss and I use to live right down the street from where we are staying. It's safe to say we're back in our old stomping grounds. Now, I didn't plan on Missy actually coming with me. In fact, I was looking forward to a weekend away from the puparoos, but what are you gonna do? She's sick.
For Miss, the whole routine of making the three hour trek to Kennewick and staying in a hotel is old news. This is at least the third time we've stayed overnight here and we've made the drive at least a half a dozen times together. Meanwhile, Mister is living it up at doggie daycare and pet hotel. We won't see him again until Monday.
If I had to pick which one of the them I wanted to drive three hours with, Mister wins hands down. This is the best Missaroo has ever done in the car, she only barked for the first 90 minutes. Mister is great in the car. It's so big and so new to him that he just wanders around and he certainly isn't big enough to see out to find something to bark at. BUT now that Missy and I are settled in the hotel, I'm glad she's here instead of Mister. He would probably pee on something, sniff all around, and try to chew or eat something. Missy is asleep on the bed.
It's a short trip for the two of us, but it's a great reminder of when it was just Miss and me. Sometimes I miss those days, but I think both us agree life is better with Mister.