Over the river and through the woods...

Tomorrow Gilly and I are off to my parent's house in Myrtle Beach. Gilly doesn't realize it yet...but he is suspicious of the suitcase and other preparations occurring. I am used to having a four legged shadow, as most dog owners are, but now that something appears to be amiss Gilly is glued to my legs. He follows me up and down the stairs, from room to room, and even sits outside the bathroom hoping I don't manage to find some escape route other then the way I went in.

Right now he is unsure whether or not he will be accompanying me on this trip or if I will be leaving him alone with his Dad...which he doesn't mind but he knows that means there will be no leftovers, last bites, or sneaking into the bed.

In the morning I will pack Gilly's bag. His suitcase consists of water bottles (for the trip) a Tupperware bowl to drink from, Ziploc bags of dry food, a few cans of wet dog food, treats, and a favorite toy or two. I used to pack his bag the night before but have learned that once he sees his bag on the floor he feels that he must guard his treasured belongings (even though they are all still available to him outside the bag) from our 3 cats who are not allowed to walk by the bag without getting a dirty look or two. And if he does step away to watch some tv or get a snack he will hurry back to check that his bag is there and is indeed untouched by his feline siblings.

So tomorrow we are off. Loading up the car and making our way to Myrtle Beach...which to Gilly is the equivalent of winning a trip to Disney Land. Each time I slow for light, stop sign, or traffic he will jump up from his pillows on the floor and look to see if we have magically reached our destination. We will also be riding with the back windows cracked and they shall remain that way the entire ride or else Gilly will never sit down... he will pace back and forth until I give in and open them (and there is no sneaking them shut when he falls asleep either!). We usually make good time as Gilly is too chicken to get out at rest stops and is not interested in stopping period. He views driving as he does his walks, once they are started it is best to just get them over with as soon as possible. But it is all worth it once we pull into my parent's neighborhood and Gilly realizes where we are and is overcome with excitement as he gets to stick his head out the window and finally charge full speed (taking down anything and anyone in his way) into my parents house which to him and me is the best place on earth :-)