23 Hours and counting.

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When I started this little blurb (hopefully) that was where it stood. As usual whenever I am leaving Tallahassee it seems that there is more to be done than can be done in the time remaining before launch.

There are absolutely no Pauses or “holds” in this countdown to allow the launch team at this household to have a cushion of time for certain tasks and procedures to be completed without affecting the launch window. DakotaDawg has to go to the DawgieHotel because she did not have enough frequent flier miles to come along. In and of itself that is sad for both of us.

The concept of a countdown and the procedure itself was in a Sci-Fi movie made in 1929 courtesy of the Germans and Fritz Lang in particular and was dramatized in “Die Frau im Mond”. I asked DakotaDawg what that meant and she translated the HochDeutsch to “The Woman in the Moon”. The only thing that can interrupt our countdown is severe weather at the airport which might temporarily ground the plane so we miss our connecting flight. Tallahassee is one of those places that you have to fly somewhere to fly somewhere.

Since we have a late afternoon flight there is more than a 50% chance of thunderstorm striking precisely after we have boarded the plane and are waiting for clearance to go out on the runway and have the pilot lift that aluminum baby with the floppy wings off the ground. I am hoping that after we do get off that we find out that the pilot is like my brother in laws who both were Air Force pilots. If he is a Navy Jet Jock there is a chance of spinal cord readjustment as the plane contacts the runway and he drops the tail hook.

DakotaDawg told me she doesn’t really care who the pilot is as long as he brings her wet dog food out of the can while she is visiting with him and his crew. She expects to fly in the cockpit but I have some disappointing news for her. After tomorrow morning’s walk it is off to DawgJail. I don’t care what you call it after the life she has led I am sure the novelty of being in a Kennel wears off after that first can of wet food.

No Kitties to herd. No laying on the rug like a Zombie or buddying up if there is a thunderstorm anywhere within fifty miles of the house. There will be no cozying up to try to get a snacklet or an opportunity to do the dinner dishes although we all know that is strictly forbidden. There will be no snoring next to the bed or naps in her comfortable bed or in the ‘Kitty Control Areas’ or doorways. Her daily walks will cease and there will be no escape from the constant barking of the other tenants.

The way I am feeling right now I wish I had brought trip insurance and staying home to be with the dog would qualify for reimbursement. It is not like I don’t want to go away for a vacation or that mentally I don’t really need one. It is more like I wish DakotaDawg was a little more friendly to house guests or one of the ones she is so fond of was available to DawgSit her while we rollicked in the Atlantic breakers on Cape Cod.

I have a couple nieces who might in the future with some training be able to keep the BrownBeauty company. I am going to talk to my sister and see what she thinks about it. Certainly it would be an improvement on a hotel that had a chain link gate for a front door and a chain link fence around the recreation area. This may not work out because neither of my nieces is a dawg person that I know of since their dad never let them have a dawg.

Possibly after the vacation we can begin training either the nieces or some other poor unsuspecting soul who has no idea how much love you can give a dawg or how much love they can return.

Gosh, I am really gonna miss my DakotaDawg. The little orange talking kitty maybe not so much. Maybe the DawgieHotel can install some SpyCam so I can at least check in on how my dawg is doing. I wonder if I bring an old love seat up there if they would put it in her room.

I guess it is time to decide which shoes would like to travel and start shoving some of those things scattered all over the back room into the luggage.

Twenty-two hours and counting.

Seventeen hours and counting… Everything is in its bag and the zipper is closed except the computer and mouse and of course that one thing that I am not sure what it is that I am certain I am forgetting.


Sweet Dreams.

© 08.19.2010 steven d philbrick SR+ DakotaDawg