I have to admit that after a week of holiday partying, too much food, and sleeping late, I wasn't ready to give it up and get back to reality. I suppose getting back to routine can be just as hard for dogs as it can be for humans. After a week of galloping around a huge yard, sniffing new scents and navigating the squirrels and feral cats, Carly was not ready to leave all that freedom and excitement. As we loaded and prepared to leave, she promptly turned her back and went to sit on the porch. She wouldn't even look at me when I called her. My other two little city dogs took their places in the truck but Carly, so typically, had her own ideas. I think she's a country dog at heart. She seemed to be saying, "Ya'll go on. I think I'll just stay here." But, somehow, once you're back, home can be pretty comfortable. As I type, Katy and Cassie, as well as Carly, are stretched out in their usual places on the bed, no doubt, dreaming of squirrels and oak trees.