When we were loading the car for our Las Vegas trip last Thursday morning, I asked Schatzi if she was ready to go (we’d always planned to bring her along, but hadn’t told her until then). She perked up, ran outside, relieved herself, and jumped into the car. Throughout two all-day drives, throughout four days and five nights in strange houses, she was the very model of grown-up rectitude and responsibility. We’d say “do your business here” and she’d do it there, every time. We’d say “leave it” or “stay” and she’d leave it and stay like a good ‘un. She charmed the socks off everyone, and except for one momentary lapse in judgment when she leapt onto the dining room table at our son’s house, she was Good Citizen Schatzi all the way.
Schatzi, Donna and I are very proud of you. Good girl. Good girl!