Buddy usually accompanies us everywhere and we have grown accustomed to him being there. So when people do a double take as we walk by, we ask ourselves "What are they looking at?" Oh that's right, Buddy's here.
It sure felt strange going somewhere and leaving him at home. It was nice not to carry his backpack of supplies, take a "smoking" break outside between periods, worry about him getting stepped on, be stared at or talked about. We became average customers at establishments, almost invisible.
It was difficult to crate him, because he could tell we were going out. He loves to travel and see new people and places, especially hockey. He looked depressed as we locked the door to his crate. However, we probably missed him more, than he missed us. Our seatmates even asked where Buddy was.
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