The DellDog certainly thinks so. Going bye-bye is his favorite pasttime. His excitement in undeniable:
While most trips take him driving in an hour or an afternoon, there are those seasons where he gets to lounge in luxury . . .at the local Doggie DayCare. A kennel located in the country . . .a respite of a woodsie sort:
He knows he's about to luxuriate for days on end, being pampered by attendants, and sharing doggie sniffs with the other travellers.
He expresses dismay at my departure, yet that emotion is quickly displaced as the opportunity to run the backyard is presented to him. He suddenly misses me no longer. I'm a mere figment of his memory, a shadow of love cast aside.
Such was the case as we departed last week . . .