Travel..it's for the dogs

Now I have just heard the most ridiculous story that I must share with you. A friend of mine ran into this couple the other day who were in town on vacation from Los Angeles. And they got to talkin' and one member of the couple said something about how the two of them had taken different flights. When asked, the reason: they have a dog. Why does that matter you might ask? Because if one of their planes went down, the other would survive for the dog. The DOG!

Now you have got to be kidding me. I have heard of this type of staggered travel for parents of human children, but for a canine, child they done lost they minds. I would just love Sweetpotato to tell me I had to haul my own luggage into the overhead bin so he can stay behind for that mutt of ours. Speaking of, have I ever showed ya'll a picture of Winnie? Well that's her up top; wasn't she about the cutest thing you've ever seen? That was back before she became a 25lb. mongrel who thinks my face is a foot-rest. The real problem, of course, is that Sweetpotato can't see past her wrinkled face to the manipulative bitch within. And to be sure she knows just how to work him (girl after my own heart, you know).

Anyway, the point is that I feel certain Winnie could survive just fine without us. She'd just start finding other rugs to pee on, shoes to destroy, and two-leggers to push out of their beds. I keep trying to let her off her leash on our walks, but I'll be damned if she doesn't keep finding her way back home, where Sweetpotato showers her with kisses after she showers the hard-wood floor.

Alas we find schizophrenic parenting may not be the best way to train a pet, especially an impossibly cute, slightly retarded one like Winnie.