November is our annual family vacation.
In years past, I’ve come home with some bigger insight, courtesy of the dogs, of course. Things like being brave enough to let my mutts run free, getting out of my comfort zone, and how to enjoy life to the fullest.
Not so much this year. This time around, I was struck by the realization that Rico is old. Really old. Like, this might be our last vacation together. It would have been an emotional struggle had Rico not spent his whole life teaching me the importance of living in the moment.
I’d hoped to make this vacation the best one yet. We took him and Whiskey to see the ocean at Assateague Island National Seashore. Both of them love to splash around and wade through water.
I thought the few inches after a broken wave would be perfect for them.
Turns out water is kinda freaky if it chases after you.
But we also rented an RV, their first. (And ours.) Now THAT was a real hit.
It wasn’t how I envisioned it, but hey, few things ever do turn out how I plan, but, thanks to Whiskey, that’s OK. I don’t care as long as they had fun. And I think they did.
Thanks for stopping by today.