I packed up a bag of clothes for Mandy and I, left my cell phone, grabbed one of his credit cards for easy cash, and began to lock up the house when Mandy screamed, “What about Gigi?!”

So I grabbed the dog and we took off. I stopped at a diner for early breakfast. I didn’t even know what town this was. I had driven most of the night while Mandy and Gigi slept. I pulled over once I got too tired to drive and took a little nap, then I woke and continued on.

Mandy stuffed some eggs and sausage into her napkin. “What are you doing?”
“Gigi needs his breakfast. He’s hungry too!”

Oh yeah. Gotta get rid of the dog.
“Mandy we can’t take Gigi on our vacation. Most hotels don’t allow pets. We have to put him in a doggy motel.”
“A doggy motel?”
“Yeah. Where doggies stay on vacation.”
“Cool.”

I found a phone book near a pay phone while Mandy went into the restroom and called the nearest pound.

Mandy fed Gigi the eggs and sausage on our way to the pound. Good thing she was too young to read the giant sign out front.