I’m experiencing some travel paralysis. After we got back from Hawaii, I fantasized about visiting beachy places in Mexico, but that didn’t speak to Rob. Last week, he ruled out the Dominican Republic and Costa Rica. Apparently, all Spanish-speaking places are out. Brazil, on the other hand, is OK, because they speak Portuguese there.
Rob’s actually thinking more along the lines of Russia.
Russia! Totally up my alley. I should be booking hotels and checking train schedules right about now. But I can’t get past the $3,000+ airfare to get us both there. Or anywhere in Europe.
I’d rather just drive someplace with the dogs and go camping. Since I’m so outdoorsy and all.
Meanwhile, I’m having an off-day writing the ol’ Memoir. This morning, I had to fill out a form about Leo’s behavior for a special class to nip his leash reactivity in the bud. If we can even call it that. I’m not 100 percent convinced, but the class will be good for him either way. What wasn’t so good for me was having to describe how he’s been acting out. And oh yeah, he bit Mia that one time.
All too reminiscent of all the rehashing I’ve been doing about everything Isis ever did wrong. I’ve reached the point in her life where I spent a year clicking and treating her for not barking at things. And trying to remain calm when she did bark at things. My days were filled with small victories and lots of disappointments. Every second that I wasn’t training her, I felt guilty that I wasn’t training her. I can’t drive by the university park-and-ride without thinking, “I should take Isis there later to work on her training.”
So I don’t feel like writing. And I don’t feel like planning a trip.
Guess you could say I’m not myself today.