Leaving Town

So my dog is on the road to recovery. And I'm torn about my upcoming vacation. We bought tickets to see Bonnaroo months ago and I've been looking forward to it for months, literally. I've always wanted to check out a show with thousands of people milling about, stages full of great music and a few days of exhausing relaxation. I've spent the past few days home helping Mackenzie (my sweet dog) recover from her surgery. Dogs are remarkable creatures. They heal very quickly. I'm amazed really. It is still difficult.

The thing is, she loves my brother as much as she loves Bryan and I and I know he will take good care of her. Really, she's easier to take care of now than usual, because she can't do anything but lay around. I have to feed her antibiotics, but that's the worst of it. She's been good about wearing a t-shirt and not biting at her stitches, so all in all, I think it will be fine.

This vacation just seems like one that won't come again soon. Life changes so quickly and I don't know if I will be able to pick up and drive to Tennessee next summer. I'd love to think I could, but it's so doubtful. So I'm going to go to Target and gather the supplies necessary for spending four days camping on a 600-acre farm in Tennessee with a bunch of hippies. It will be fun. I just wish that my dog was healthy. I wish life didn't have so many damn obstacles. And thankfully, Bry and I are going together. I just have to remember how to light the camping stove....it's been a few years.