The last couple of days have been spent preparing for our trip. We will be hitting the road bright and early tomorrow morning. I will (once again) attempt to tweet periodically on the trip, but we all know how rubbish I can be about that!
Anyway, one of the things that is on the list of things to do was to get Cura be-a-u-ti-fied -- something I try to do for trips or other 'big' events. It's just a good idea to make sure she is looking her best so I supplement my weekly grooming sessions with the occasional professional job. This means that she has to be dropped off at the groomers for a few hours and I am on my own. I may have mentioned that I spend most of this time feeling a bit lost -- think of it like you have left your purse or wallet at home for some reason and have to constantly remind yourself that you are not supposed to have it with you. A brief moment of OMG followed by 'oh, yeah.'
Well, this time it was different. I had a very hard time without Cura. I spent the entire time she was at the groomers battling my anxiety. Since my recent tumble, I have been a bit unsteady on my feet (a bit stiff) and Cura has been particularly attentive. She usually keeps track of me, even in the house, but since the fall she has been right by my side pretty much all the time. Let me tell you, it has been very welcome. Maybe it was the fall, maybe it was the fact that I have been a bit unsteady, maybe my confidence has been a bit shaken from the experience -- whatever the reason, both Cura and I were very relieved when I picked her up from the groomers!