Rockford

Well, every trip begins somewhere. Last week, it began here with two travel companions:

My sister quickly became Co-Pilot Skippy, as she was delegated to giving directions and ensuring that I not fall asleep, sending us into a fiery and quite painful death in a rut next to the road.




The second was the dog. Sadly, this was the longest road trip I'd taken him on. Back when I was still wondering about what I would possibly be doing with my life, I figured that it would include finding a job in one of the Western States, getting a car and taking the road trip.




Obviously, this was not To Be.


Given that I'm moving across the pond, I had to find a nice family for the 'Ro to live with. Luckily, my pal, Erica, was still looking for a second dog. Now, Zero and Chani may live happily ever after (especially if he can keep himself from shoving his nose in her girl stuff). At least Erica will never have to worry about someone bothering her on a walk. 175 lbs of big, black dogs tends to do that.


















It'd been a while since I'd driven through the corn fields. This was the first time I'd ever come close to having an accident on the highway and that's thanks to deer flitting around. For the rest of the trip, Casidhe was forced to stay awake with both eyes on the road, watching for deer and cops. Obviously not in that order.

It happened sooner than I'd anticipated. I was hoping to find him a home a lot closer to June than the beginning of May, but, with Erica leaving for Italy (today actually), last weekend was the best opportunity to take him.

The hour between Ann Arbor and Detroit's east side was the worst.
One more reason to make this upcoming the best year yet. Obviously, it has more potential than any other. I simply cannot wait for those accents and pints.


It is very weird to be at home without a pet. It's the empty spaces that are difficult--the lack of window-shaking snoring. Lack of walks, which just seem sad now without the puppy.

The brother mentioned just yesterday on his fifty-millionth trip home this year that he may start taking allergy shots so that he can get a dog. I think Zero smittened him last time he was here for the Piston's game (when I discovered my rightful future husband: Carlos Delfino. A Piston and Argentine??) and he cannot imagine a life without a canine companion.

I don't see how anyone could live without a pet, especially little girls. Erica and I discussed how wrong it is that any literary piece about dogs is a boy and a dog. Ricockulous. Absolutely.