There is a forbidden word in our home. It's not what you would think.
You don't dare to say it unless you mean it.
Especially if Dot is within ear shot.
She will beg, pester, and plead with you.
Until you grab the keys, open the door, and let her go.
It could be a spin around the block or a country cruise.
But a RIDE, is her "thing".
She takes it all in, usually perched on a lap.
Tongue a hanging and tail a wagging.
The guilt trip every morning as we leave for work is pitiful. She mopes by the door.
Knowing that we are leaving for the day. That her ride will have to wait.
That is until after supper. :)