Taking flight

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, my sister, my 10-year-old niece, and I are hopping on a plane to NYC for a few days. I'm very excited for this adventure to begin and am especially looking forward to seeing New York through my niece, Emily's, eyes. She must be ten times as excited as I am.

I have two bags with wheels, one bigger and one smaller. Ideally I always want to use the smaller one because I aspire to be a light packer. More often than not, reality squelches my aspiration and I wind up taking the bigger one. I can't decide which shoes to take so I need to take many. Tomorrow morning I will be loading the bigger bag in the car.

But before any packing could begin I needed to have said bags inspected. So I called in the Beagle Brigade.

"This seems to be the big bag ...

... yes, yes, very nice."

"Now, what about this one?"

"Hmm, perhaps too small. Dog mum likes shoes."

The inspection picks up pace. All is a blur.

The bigger bag's inspection comes back clean, not to mention more comfortable.

Four feet in a row.

Work is done. Time for a nap.

Four in a row

Marvin's feet. Sometimes he lines them up in a row.

It doesn't fail to make me smile.

Although Marvin isn't sure what all the fuss is about.