On the road, the last 3 days.
Jake didn’t make the trip.
Found out that I really do love being nuzzled by his cold nose at 5:30am. Not to mention the scramble to find a HOODED sweatshirt, jeans, forget looking for socks, jacket, scarf, mittens, boots and his walking paraphernalia … with my eyes still closed.
It may take a few days for him to recover.
Once a road dog … always a road dog.