I’m already missing my dogs. Two lovely ladies of the floor: Tinker and Lucy. We won’t leave for another 90 minutes. And that’s not enough time to chill with the little hairy beasts. I like it best when they can travel with us. That doesn’t always work. What if we’re spending time in hotels, restaurants, and shops where dogs aren’t welcome? Today we’ll leave them at home with a last-minute substitute dog sitter. Who seems lovely and perfect. I’ve decided it’s a good thing that Christine’s grandson had to cancel at the last minute. And thank you, granddaughter Stephanie, for suggesting a replacement.