When You Ask for an Adventure...

It's best to be really specific

On Friday morning, my alarm went off, and I reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed ahold of Libby.

I scooped her up, carefully got out of bed, and took her into the living room to deposit her into her carrier. That stress was over.

There's always the chance she will squeeze herself under the couch and refuse to come out if she senses I'm going …