Poor Cleo! Our dog Cleo (short for Cleopatra) knew something was up Monday the 15th as we started putting things together. Then, she saw the suitcases come out and it was all over. The sad eyes; the moping looks; virtually running away as we took her water and food dishes and all supplies to the car. We got her to the car and over to Sherryl and Greg's and she was off and running with our granchildren, Ethan and Jonah. All was well. But as we went to leave, she gave us that look - "you aren't really leaving me here, are you?" Oh well...she'll come home very tired. Leaving Home Packing was an adventure in itself knowing we would not be in the same place more than one night for awhile. Having seen the weather, ... read more