Just a Dog

Well, I am all packed (pretty much) and just have to sleep, eat breakfast and then go. Should be fun.

There was a bit of a snafu with Buster, but my buddy is going to look after him for the time we are away. I have had a talk with Buster and told him not to be an asshole, but I’m pretty sure he did the eye roll thing and just ignored me. I guess we will see how he behaves when I get back. I might not have a buddy any longer.

We were going to take him, but to tell the truth we are not very good travelling dog people. Buster is fine in the car but we (I) have no idea what to do with him when we stop. He can’t walk into stores with us. Restaurants are completely out of the picture because his table manners are atrocious. I think part of the problem is that he has no thumbs and is a little sensitive about it. You can’t leave a dog in the car for more than five minutes without some tree hugger breaking your car window to “save” the poor dog. I guess that is as it should be.

When we do get to our destination, poor Buster would be locked in the cabin while we go on walks, hikes or forays into town. That wouldn’t be much fun. We could tie him up to a tree, but chances are he would end up as a bobcat’s lunch and I know Buster wouldn’t like that. We will be with a group of people, many of whom would be a little iffy on keeping the door closed so the dog doesn’t run off. I don’t see myself traipsing all over the BC Mountains looking for Bobcat shit that I may or may not recognize.

No, it is best that he stay home. He will be angry, but he is just a dog after all.