"Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't have acted so happy and healthy..."

If you'd told me two weeks ago that I'd feel comfortable leaving Petey to go on vacation, I'd have told you that was impossible.

And yet here I am, debating how many sweaters one really does need to pack for a trip to Dublin/England/Paris.

Before you start thinking of me as a cold-hearted, unfeeling wench, let me assure you that Petey is 100% better. He's playing with his toys, gobbling down his meals, knocking down shop assistants to get treats, and snoring blissfully through the night. My friend Dina is coming to stay with him and I've already warned her that there are several locations where he will stop in his tracks until he can go in and get a cookie. There's a freezer full of Frosty Paws and marrow bones.

He'll probably growl when I get back.

In the meantime, I get to reunite with Clive and Co. in Dublin and have the honor of meeting Eric Square Dog and Otis on their home turf. No doubt I will return with enough quantities of dog hair on my collection of black sweaters that Petey will feel I brought Clive and Eric home with me.

Will fill you in on all the juicy details when I return.