I may have mentioned this in the past, but Henrietta is really, really good with the "stare." I sometimes spend precious minutes trying to determine what this or that particular stare might mean. Sometimes it's a stare for food, or outs, or needing to be petted, but when we are driving in the car, I can only imagine that the "stare" meant, "Are we there yet?"
I tried petting her, offering her water, a snack, fluffing her blankets -- all to no avail. It was the stare and I was starting to get mighty uncomfortable. After close to 100 miles of it, I had to ask Nicholas to pull into the next rest stop if for no other reason than to give me a break from the guilt of being unable to figure out what this tiny diva wanted.
After a half an hour of her dashing around, drinking, eating and leaving her mark in nature she was happy to hop back into the vehicle, slip back into her seatbelt harness and continue the trek toward our destination.
Arizona here we come.
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