Challenge 221: Talk about a co-pilot

I'm still on a buzz from my trip. Something about all those trees and that Oregon air.
The drive today was a bit more rough than the one going up. Since I haven't been feeling well, I also haven't been sleeping well. But that didn't stop me from still waking up at 5am to get on the road by 6. By about 8:30, I realized that I was just too tired to be driving, so me and the puppy pulled over at a nice, shady rest stop and parked and cuddled for an hour long nap. I have to say, my car is really roomy. That is one lucky dog getting to travel back there.

So after our nap, we got back in the car and stopped to get gas further down the road. I took the puppy for a walk and when we got back to the car, he simply WOULD NOT get in. He pulled against me, tried sitting, backed up, straight turned his back to me. Everything I tried failed. UNTIL...I opened the passenger door. He jumped right in and sat in that seat like he owned the thing. The positions were varied...sprawled out over to my side, curled up in a ball, sitting straight up with his head touching the ceiling, half his body on the floor, half on the seat. He even changed the radio station for me once by accident and it landed right on NPR. What a good, good boy. The rest of our ride was fairly smooth, minus some traffic as we got into the bay. Check mark for Portland.

I have to be honest, home didn't seem as pretty, cool, or fun when compared to the backdrop of Portland. I always thought I lived in a pretty place, and I know I do, but not like THAT. Oh hum.

So I'm already unpacked, well fed, and tired as all get out, but yet I find myself on here doodling around, procrastinating writing an email. I'm back to work full force this week. I wish vacation could go on forever, but alas...