Bordeaux

When your wife can't tell the difference between a child and a pet, you know you are in trouble. Bordeaux, sometimes spelled Bordave by Liza, is our little, white, mixed bred dog. He is literally the love of her life (and that does include me). For the longest time it looked like I was going to be a solo traveler. Liza can't be away from Bordeaux for a day so how was she going to be able to go on a three week river cruise.

The neighbors couldn't be trusted even when I employed the fact that one of them had two daughters and taking care of Bordeaux would be a great learning about responsibility opportunity for them. Of course if a neighbor wouldn't work we couldn't possibly use a professional dog sitter that would come to our home. Even though an ex-coworker that Liza liked did just that. A pet resort seemed like an expensive but great choice. But not for Bordeaux.

Finally Liza suggested that a friend of hers would be willing to house sit while we were away and take of the mutt. First she would and Liza was going with me and then she wouldn't. And then she would and Bob was happy and then she couldn't. And Bob was sad. As of now she is and Bob is holding his breath.

One last glitch entered the picture when we got a notice from Maricopa County Animal Control that his dog license was going to expire on the day before we leave and he needed a rabies shot with a check for renewal. At least partly because he is deaf and partially blind, I was concerned that when he went in for his shot and the checkup that he gets at the same time, the vet was going to throw a monkey wrench into the works. Boy was I relieved when the report was that he was just old but otherwise in good health.