It seems as if every park we enter, we’re encumbered with scores of squirrels. I enjoy them. They are both bucolic and pastoral. However, they prove frantic for Brutus. To the point that I’m going to start referring to him as the “squirrel retard.” He chases them endlessly, oblivious to his surrounding, vehicles traversing down the park streets, golf carts or the occasional bicycle in his path. With his ears pinned back, he runs in earnest in pursuit of the bushy tails. And then with the most profound idiotic look on his face, he stops at a tree, sniffing, and wondering how in the hell they just disappeared into thin air. He has no idea that he needs to look up. I am just amazed at his lack of hunting skills. But what I wouldn’t do for this dog.
Robin wants so bad to fly him north this weekend for our trip to my niece’s wedding. So to be sure he would be able to make the trip we drove to the Tampa airport. We carried the Sherpa foldable dog carrier that we purchased the night before. I did not want to get to the airport on Saturday morning to find out he didn’t qualify and then we’re stuck. Getting off the elevator we quickly found the Southwest counter. Showing the agent the carrier, we were informed that it was too large. Brutus barely fit his 17 pounds in it. She pleasantly retrieved a Southwest carrier from the back to show us what was acceptable. It could barely fit my Canon SLR. No way would Brutus be a carry-on for this trip. We asked about flying him cargo. Southwest has no pressurized cargo. We’re out of luck and so is Brutus. Heading back to the RV park, I googled pet hotels. I found a Petsmart directly up I-75 no more than a half hour away so we headed in that direction. We found the mother lode. They do have a dog hotel, Virginia. Robin booked her favorite in for the weekend until our Tuesday return. What amazed me the most about the “hotel” was that when you walked in, there was a fake fireplace roaring in the corner. Something you might see at the “Shady Rest. ” I listened to another lady book her dog for a stay and refer to him in terms as you would your newborn son. I thought Robin had lost it when she refers to herself as Brutus’ mom. But all these women do it. It must be the need to take care of something-as in in child. Robin listened to the lady with a keen ear and like the idea of doggie day-camp. I feel as if I’m losing my mind. Here’s a multi-million dollar industry for women treating their pets as children. What an idea! So Brutus ended up with the “Busy Bundle”, which includes play time, a snack, and the daily ice cream cone. He was so pleased that Southwest though him too big for their carrier. Now who’s the retard? As for me, this trip afforded me a stop at the Stonewood Grille and Tavern and the best French Dip. That’s a wonderful pot roast sandwich with a cup of au jus sauce for the dipping. All in all, a trip well worth it.