I am guessing my dog would want to go somewhere cold. My Mom always questions the fact that he is an Australian Shepard and loves the cold. I tried to explain the lineage, but it reminded me of distant days of trying to explain Anthropology; let alone Australopithecus. I recall, there was a blank look just like the landscape of the snow rippled tundra that my dog craves to visit.
We are in the South now and, he might have forgotten the sound of the radiators performing their tea kettle overture in the North Eastern icicle morning? I wonder, “Does he miss the feel of Vermont winter wooden floors aligned like an old man’s teeth? Those sweet spots above the furnace where the heat flows upward, atop the stair, behind my chair?”
He was raised in upstate New York. and now is sleeping beneath my Florida based flamingo socks. Must admit, dogs have good taste when it comes to socks. Seriously, he picked them out on Amazon. I had to turn of the One-Click to buy feature. That’s another story altogether.
For now, let’s see if he has good taste in vacation spots for this time of year. We’ll put together a short list for the post tomorrow. Hopefully, we are still speaking after the collaborative effort.
Good evening,
CT and Pixel