The Dog is Nervous

Whenever I drag my travel bags out for a trip the dog gets nervous.  I can’t say I blame him.  He’s been left alone or at a stranger’s house enough times that he recognizes the signs.  By tomorrow morning he’ll feel better when he realizes Jo Anne and the kids are staying put.  It is just another one of my crazy trips half way around the world.  Truthfully, I hate leaving them again.  I don’t mind the travel, but I really don’t like being away from my family.  Come to think of it, I’m getting to be more like the dog every day.