I'm Gonna Miss Her

She's packed her bags.
Her camera bag, her clothes thingy with zippers.
I put my Hedgehog toy in it.
She tossed it out on the floor.

I put a pull toy in it.
...on the floor, again.

I sat in it and she yelled at me.

She even cleaned her car and vacuumed it.
Which means I am definitely not going.
She always puts blankets down for me.
She mentioned an airplane.
She says she can't take me to a place called Hawai'i.

Why not?
I borrowed one of her shirts and tried to look human...but I guess the ears give me away, eh?

I'm Going...She's Packing!

I'm a very observant Jack Russell.
I know.
I know that SHE is leaving me...AGAIN.

She did this once before this year when she went to a place called Virginia.
I don't know what a Virginia is, but she came back from there rather quickly.

It is this place called Hawai'i that really concerns me.
She has packed a suitcase for this AND a big camera back pack.
SHE thinks I don't notice.
But I have.
I'm watching.
I even put a Hedgehog toy on top of the Suitcase thing.
SHE was not impressed.
SHE tossed it aside as she mumbled about items she needed to take.
SHE however did explain to me that she'd gone to this mysterious place before I'd been born. [wow that must have been ages ago!]

That this place had beautiful sunsets and sights to see.
There were coconut trees and a salty ocean to swim in.
I looked at her clothes and saw that she had packed some wild looking shirts.
SHE called them Hawai'ian shirts.
Whatever.
But I'm dreaming that SHE is going to come to her senses and take me along.
After all, don't I go on almost ALL of her camera adventures?