Last week, Dusty and I made the trip up to Canada, my home country. This was the first time that Dusty travelled in an airplane and everything went quite well; he was a little nervous at first, slept most of the way and then vomited all his food over me once we arrived at our destination. I figured that was pretty good for a 15 1/2 year old Pekingese with one eye and failing kidneys.
I will be spending most of my time at my family's cottage near Fergus, Ontario. The weather isn't too bad (it hasn't started snowing yet) and I can live here very cheaply (my parents pay for food!!).
This month, I have started to write a book about my experiences as a veterinarian. I have the perfect place to get a little peace and quiet; a small cabin down by the lake.
Is it any wonder why I don't miss my job?