Yesterday, Mom and Dad took Trouble and I to the mountains for the day. It's the first time I've been able to travel since I became ill in late August. I am still unable to hike, but I was able to get out, walk around, and enjoy the cooler temperatures. Mom took the above picture of me looking over one of the over looks on Skyline Drive in Shenandoah National Park.
Mom and Dad have always been extremely protective of Trouble and I. They hardly let us out of their sight. Recently, I have been hearing the term "helicopter parents." I thought it only applied to humans until yesterday. People think my Mom is the one who is overly protective, but they have "no" idea what lengths Dad will go to.
Dad decided to have an early human dinner and Mom agreed. Dad rode around in circles until he found the perfect parking place where he could see the car through the restaurant window at Big Meadows Wayside Cafe. I liked the spot he chose because it meant I could keep an eye on my humans and also watch all the people coming and going. However, it was a little embarrassing when I realized Dad was using binoculars to watch every move I made from the dinner table inside. Good grief, now the whole world knows I too have a helicopter parent! Come on, Dad, I'm 8 years old. I'm not a little pup anymore.
So, what's a wise old dog like me to do. I have to get through to him or at least teach him a lesson. While he turned to eat his dinner, I carefully removed the head rest and lifted the rolling cooler over the seat into the back with me. I didn't open it. I thought that might be pushing it. I just wanted to remind Dad who is really in charge around here. He's still trying to figure out how I did all that and he never saw a thing. He is even more baffled because I left no marks or evidence on the seat, cooler, or headliner in Mom's car.
Woofs and Wags,
Sitka
