She likes suitcases normally, anyway, but now she’s determined that we aren’t going anywhere with out her.
She’s seen lots of suitcases. I wouldn’t be surprised if she really has put that together.
Allie forgave me, finally, this afternoon. She was demonstratively mad. Running away from us, becoming dead weight if I tried to pick her up and disappearing as quickly as possible.
That’s what you get for leaving me, hooman.
Finally she gave in and came over for a cuddle before dinner.
I am so tired. Surely it doesn’t take everyone else as long to overcome jet lag as I do.
