With the impending trip, Lucy seems a little forlorn of late. Tomorrow night she'll be whisked away to grandma's where she'll have a doggy door, and undoubtedly too many biscuits. But for now, she just seems a little down, and I think it's because she knows we're going away for a while - or in dog time, a century.
Dear Grass, I'll miss you.
Dear mom and dad, I'll miss you more.
Awwww, she looks awfully sad. Too bad you can't take the cutie pie along!
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