Wait for us, Scottie Mom! Here we come!![/caption]Five days. Four nights. That’s how long this Scottie Mom has been without my precious pups. As I travel home, I’m reminded of my favorite part of the ordinary work day: coming home and having two overly excited Scotties there, greeting me at the door. One on his hind legs with his front paws flailing up in the air, the other running ahead of me, looking back as if to say, “Hurry! Hurry now, Scottie Mom – over here! I need a back scratchin’ and I better get your very first pet!”
It’s been months, perhaps even a year or more, since I last traveled without my Scotties by my side. I briefly thought of bringing Heather and Mr. K on a long car ride up north but decided that as much as I’d love to photograph my Scottie kids in the hometown I grew up in, 18 hours in a car was just too much for my precious pups to handle at any given time and we didn’t have much time to take the journey in smaller strides. And so, I boarded a plane, left Scottie Dad and the kids at home and headed to the great state of Rhode Island to pay my last respects to Heather and Mr. K’s Scottie Great Grandmadre.
Thinking of how Heather and Mr. K ordinarily greet me at the end of each and every work day, I can only imagine what tonight will have in store as I open the doors to the apartment. A back flip, maybe? A once-in-a-lifetime giant Scottie leap from the floor all the way into my arms? Or better yet, a Scottie Dad rule reversal granting Heather and Mr. K unrestricted access to the hooman bed in celebration of the holiday season? Time can only tell. One thing’s for sure: one small turn of the key in the front door and they’ll come a-bounding!
She will NOT fly, so we've taken long car trips with no problem. We're great in motels and the peeps we meet just love us. I've gone on round trips to Portland, Oregon and Helena Montana from here in Arizona. Our most fun night came in Moab, Utah when the hotel had us and a whole bunch of French tourists. At 4:30 in the morning, the smoke detectors went off and we all had to evacuate outside. We were the hit of the French.
ReplyDeleteWe don't take trips because Marlee doesn't travel long well. He's good on short trips, but he's ready to get home soon. That's why we haven't made the trip to Fala Days just yet.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your Scottie loving!!
ReplyDeleteI was away from my little furry loves last week for 4 days (well, left Monday, back Friday) and I was all excited to see them and imagining how happy they would be to see me! So, I come home Friday and open the door and....they act like they just say me an hour ago!! They jump up and run towards the back door to be let outside!! Oh my....that's ok, I chalk it up to that being their scottie greeting!!
ReplyDeleteYour greeting sounds like how we greet our peep!
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