White Dog was having a hard time deciding on which of her toys were coming along on the trip to Durango. The rule is that she can bring anything she desires as long as it fits in her bag AND she can carry it! She had already tried talking Quinn into letting her use some of his space but I told her that was not fair. So she and Steve spent time trying to maneuver and stuff as much into her little pink bag as possible...and she flashed me laser eyes in protest of my ruling.
This will be The Other White Dog's first trip (not counting his travels which brought him to live in Albuquerque). He does not yet have his own personal luggage. In fact, other that the basics of food and treats, he seems unclear on why he would need anything else. I have loaned him a tote bag that Casper's mom sent us a while back just so he does not feel left out and we have folded up his sleeping blanket to take along but I suspect that The mighty Quinn is the kind of guy who travels light...unlike his diva sister!
Bags and boxes of foodstuffs and the cooler are stacked by the door and both White Dogs swarm around us in expectation. Michael has even remembered his toothbrush as well as the other essentials. There is a mounting excitement even from Richard who stopped by earlier to drop off a quart of humus he had made that needed to go in the cooler. I am not sure anyone will sleep soundly and I bet the early alarm will not be met with the usual groans and "snooze replays!"
The Wild calls...Let's get on the road already!