It was a tough trip to the States for Maya. Not only must a big country seem infinitely bigger when you're that small, but she was also surrounded my other dogs. Everywhere we stayed, there were at least two other dogs with which she had to compete for food and water and (heaven forbid!) attention. Some she got along with (Julie the Sheltie and Reagan the Japanese Chin), some she didn't (Mica the female Siberian Husky and Hatton the Golden Retriever); some scared the shit out of her (Caleb the arthritic Chesapeake Bay Retriever) and some desperately wanted to date her (Shadow the male Siberian Husky, that old devil). In the end, though, they all worried her to death. Between that and the 8000+ miles of air travel, she lost as much as 1.1 pounds, from 4.8 before we left to 3.7 by the time we got back.
By my (admittedly random) calculations - give me a break, I was a Humanities major - that means that the amount of love I am receiving in my daily interaction with Maya, love muffin that she is, has been reduced by 23%. Twenty-three percent! I'm a quarter down on love, people!
Strangely, however, her patriotism seems inversely related to her weight, as evidenced by the attached photo, taken after our return from the States.
More tests are definately in order.....
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