When we go away, leaving the dogs behind, I wonder who misses the other more, us or them?
Over the weekend, we went to visit some friends in New Hampshire. On trips like this we generally don’t bring the dogs with us. They get all worked up around new places and new people, so I think we’re doing our guests a favor by not bringing them along. (The secret truth, whispered so Remy and Barrett can’t hear: sometimes it’s nice to have a vacation from them.)