This will be my last post for the next week. We're going tomorrow to Houston, for a wedding, after which time we're going to Puerto Rico for a vacation. The vacation will involve lying in the sun, drinking things with Rum in them, playing low stakes roulette and, undoubtedly, bacon. (The breakfast near where we stay is one of the main attractions of the trip). My nascent diet will have to be put on hold for the next week. But that's okay. I've already lost a few pounds and I'm confident I can return to LA and get back to it without any hiccups.
Sadly, the Binks is going to have to be boarded during all this--at the NEW KENNEL. We've been acclimating him by taking him to the new place once a week for the last month. Hopefully he'll be able to bear it without being too upset. We are already the both of us fairly upset. He's so small and helpless! How will he hold up with all the other dogs? What if one of them picks on him? What if he forgets to drink water? What if he gets lonely in the night? What if he thinks we've abandoned him forever? What if the kennel where he's staying is invaded by an alien race and it's up to him to push the one button that will send them back to their home world but he hasn't gotten enough sleep and he pushes the wrong button, the one that lets them take over our planet?
It's all very worrying.