When Mom and I go for a walk, we are always prepared – treats in one pocket, plastic bag in the other.
Also, there are antibacterial wipes, house keys and the car key in my little penguin leash pouch.
I wear a harness AND a Martingale collar. Mostly, I’m fine with my harness, but if I get scared of something, Mom switches the leash to my collar so I won’t pull away. I am more obedient with my collar. Eventually….
Some places we visit are also prepared. Like this… Just in case.
In the car, we are usually prepared with some coffee.
And my travel bowl for water.
Mom likes to be prepared. Her books are framed,
and just to be ready – a couple of her favorite manuscripts are framed too. She’ll replace them with actual books as soon as book #2 or ebook #2 happen.
She thinks a lot and plans a lot for the future. By thinking and planning I mean visualizing and hoping. When she talks about her writing future, she says “when” instead of “if” and always tells herself (and me), “This is it” when she submits something. Mom thinks it’s better to be prepared, positive, and hopeful than surprised, negative, and demoralized. Me too…