It’s Those questions you don’t ask…

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From yesterday: “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. ”


So much for all of that nonsense. As I sit at the airport with connection to a public network that has no access to the interweb, understanding that the plane is at a minimum forty minutes late I am hoping we are still good on making connections and won’t have to spit up blood running to the gate to catch the next flight out. There usually is some leeway in transferring planes but I doubt there are many folks that are taking our plane into Hotlanta to catch a plane to New Hampshire. Actually we are flying into Providence which is almost an alternate Logan.

We made it in plenty of time but I was greatly disappointed that the train in Hartsfield International has a new official greater and the Max Headroom mechanically generated voice has been replaced by that demon woman that gives you all the options when she answers the phone. “Press 0 if you really called to attempt to speak to a human. Press 1 if you agree that is unlikely to happen in the next half hour. Press 5 to hear these options again. Your call will be answered in the order it was received. ”

DakotaDawg got checked into the DawgJail and was not too happy about her accommodations. For what we are paying for her visit she could almost have stayed at the Hampton and chowed down on free breakfast pastries and scrambled eggs.

I didn’t even think to ask her if she knew she was going. I just hugged her goodbye at the front door of the house and someone else delivered her to her fate.

It was not like the questions that shouldn’t have been asked and are rarely answered… like the 6 year old that shouts out in church: “Who farted?”. Or, the four year old who asks if you want to ‘mell her finger. It’s those questions that you don’t ask because you already know the answer. Will my dog wish we could find someone to take care of her in her own home with her own kitties where she could sleep on the bed in our absence?

Should I have made a better effort to find a DakotaDawgSitter? Will the guilt of my failure leave me when she barks and jumps for joy to see me when I pick her up?

I sure hope so.

© steven d philbrick SR+ DakotaDawg 08/19/2010 written at 30,000 feet but posted at sea level because airline and airport Wi-Fi is too expensive!