Let me talk from the perspectives of both Izzy and me. I wasn't happy when the packing started. Before that, I was my typical "slug" boy lying about when I wasn't being challenged by physical exertion (namely, walking).
|My 'fav' position!|
|I am just a happy girl!|
Mom was stressed by trying to clean up everything all around her to put in special bags. Our dad was simply trying to stay out of mom's way. (Good choice, Dad). Then he brought us to the main floor of the condo building to bring up the luggage cart. Who could resist a ride on that? Izzy and I certainly couldn't:
|We aren't sure about this. Does this mean we're gonna leave?|
|I know I'm hard to see. I was BURIED in stuff!|
|This was in Nebraska. It was 70 degrees on January 5th!|
After multiple stops for peeing, getting gas, and pooping, we arrived home at 5 a.m. Being in the car for about 16 hours, we were plenty rested and wanted to play and romp around. Mom and dad were NOT happy. Eventually we allowed them to settle down for a nap after insisting on being fed.
I'm learning the art of the scam. Maybe I've already mastered it; I'm not sure. The basic tenet is that if your owners are tired enough and if you are persistent enough, they will eventually give in to whatever you want. I got FOOD! Now .... if I could just figure out how to use the 'scam skill' on IzzyDunk. Hmmmm. That would be interesting.