#4 PUPPY — TRAVEL

Just this — in a very few hours, you know, one following the attack of “This is utterly insane” hour from three to four a.m., Scooter, my husband, and I, along with two large bags (check them), two small ones, one large crate (check it), and one smaller one (with a somewhat trained 12-week old dog inside and meant to fit under an airline seat), will board an aircraft and fly to Arizona.

More, later (with any luck)