About a week before the long anticipated vacation begins, the good anxiety starts to set in. You know the feeling, the itinerary is finalized, tickets and reservation confirmations are printed, travel documents are gathered, and the list of things to do before you leave is long, including: the necessary late night shopping trips for last-minute items, laundry, and packing your suitcases.
While all of this good anxiety is going on, the little ones in my life seem to know that the inevitable is happening. As soon as I pull the suitcases out of the closet they begin to mope around and give me the sad, puppy dog eyes.
As I was packing for our honeymoon to Maui last summer, I walked into our spare bedroom and found this:
I guess she really wanted to come to Hawaii with us.
And the moment I pulled the suitcase out for our trip to the Bahamas in January, my little buddy was laying on the guilt trip for leaving him:
Is that not one of the saddest faces that you have ever seen? Do your pets always know when you are about to leave on vacation?