One of the best things about arriving home from vacation is being reunited with my little one and seeing how much joy his little butt can hold. He dances like crazy when he sees his mommy again.
The loss is always great and the farewell is never without a few tears.
It's always sad for me to book a trip - this applies to both short and long trips.
I know how wonderful it is to be on vacation, but at the same time it's really hard to leave Rudy at home.
As I sat and wrote this blog, I was sitting in seat 66K in a Boeing 777-300 heading to Thailand to enjoy 14 days in Phuket.
It was a trip we had been looking forward to for a long time, as it has been on the calendar for almost a year. We never even considered going so far away, precisely because 14 days away from Rudy is an ultimate record. We have been away for 7-10 days max without him.
This is a special occasion, as it is a trip we have been given. My mother wanted the whole family to Thailand for her 50th birthday, and what you wish for, you should get.
We will enjoy sun, beach, pool, ice cream, good food and each other's company for 14 days. I have been sincerely looking forward to it, but no matter how much I look forward to it, there is a little voice in my head that reminds me that I have to leave Rudy.
I always tell him what's going to happen leading up to the holidays.
I always tell him how much I love him, and I always ask him if he's completely sure he can do without me.
Of course, I never expected an answer from him, but it's clearly my poor concurrency that I'm trying to overcome.
I generally think it's really hard to be away from Rudy.
I know there are people at home who take good care of him, but that being said, the dog sitter never takes as good care of my dog as I could myself.
Rudy never thrives as well as he would if I were home, and he never gets the same love as if I were the one who said goodnight to him.
It doesn't really matter who is the dog sitter, because no one can replace the relationship between us. That's just the way it is.
I love to travel, but still don't.
Or let me rephrase.
I love traveling - but I love Rudy the most!
Bloggers of the week
This blog post is written by Mie Eriksson, who is the lucky owner of a beautiful Old English Bulldog named Rudy. Together with Mie's son, Ludwig, they are active on Instagram with the profile @erikssons_boys
Traveling as a dog owner
One of the best things about arriving home from vacation is being reunited with my little one and seeing how much joy his little butt can hold. He dances like crazy when he sees his mommy again.
The loss is always great and the farewell is never without a few tears.
It's always sad for me to book a trip - this applies to both short and long trips.
I know how wonderful it is to be on vacation, but at the same time it's really hard to leave Rudy at home.
As I sat and wrote this blog, I was sitting in seat 66K in a Boeing 777-300 heading to Thailand to enjoy 14 days in Phuket.
It was a trip we had been looking forward to for a long time, as it has been on the calendar for almost a year. We never even considered going so far away, precisely because 14 days away from Rudy is an ultimate record. We have been away for 7-10 days max without him.
This is a special occasion, as it is a trip we have been given. My mother wanted the whole family to Thailand for her 50th birthday, and what you wish for, you should get.
We will enjoy sun, beach, pool, ice cream, good food and each other's company for 14 days. I have been sincerely looking forward to it, but no matter how much I look forward to it, there is a little voice in my head that reminds me that I have to leave Rudy.
I always tell him what's going to happen leading up to the holidays.
I always tell him how much I love him, and I always ask him if he's completely sure he can do without me.
Of course, I never expected an answer from him, but it's clearly my poor concurrency that I'm trying to overcome.
I generally think it's really hard to be away from Rudy.
I know there are people at home who take good care of him, but that being said, the dog sitter never takes as good care of my dog as I could myself.
Rudy never thrives as well as he would if I were home, and he never gets the same love as if I were the one who said goodnight to him.
It doesn't really matter who is the dog sitter, because no one can replace the relationship between us. That's just the way it is.
I love to travel, but still don't.
Or let me rephrase.
I love traveling - but I love Rudy the most!
Bloggers of the week
This blog post is written by Mie Eriksson, who is the lucky owner of a beautiful Old English Bulldog named Rudy. Together with Mie's son, Ludwig, they are active on Instagram with the profile @erikssons_boys