My family and I are going to hit the great state of Maine for two weeks. We’ve gone every year as a family and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it. The only thing is that my buddy Ben couldn’t come. He isn’t a camper. The quiet life isn’t exactly his thing. He is more of an explorer and likes to announce his arrival and the arrival of others within a one hundred foot radius of him and anyone he knows. Thereforre, Benny is staying at Nana’s house then it’s off to Uncle John’s for the remainder of the trip. It’s better this way. Ben is an older dog. He used to be able to take change much better as a puppy but now that he is eleven, it gets harder for him. There was no way that he was going to be left in a kennel. I really don’t think he would have made it. He goes on a hunger strike whenever he gets stressed. Being with family has helped with that when vacation time comes. I do miss him though. I’ve been a little mopey around the house and have lost my appetite a little too. Once we get to Maine, things will get a little better. In the meantime, my mom is going to take my mind of missing my pal by taking me on a nice long walk. Walking sure takes a load off my mind. It’s nature’s antidepressant.
Take care of yourselves.
Love, Winston
