Mikey Dog is heading off for his junior year of study abroad with this red backpack and blue duffel. I'm going to ship him the box by the foot of the ironing board that has some winter necessities. That's it. Everything he needs, he has to take along and be able to carry.What do we really need? We are accustomed to having so much stuff. Does it really enhance our lives? Just wondering what would happen if each of us individually, and as a nation, decided to travel lighter, taking only what we really need...
My middle son first got the nickname "Mikey Dog" when he was smitten with my sister's cocker spaniel, Lincoln. Mike and Linky seemed a matched set--comparatively easy-going, comfortable in their own skins, and appreciative of life's simple pleasures. The nickname still fits, as Mike is very protective of his old mom, rarely perturbed, happy to chase a frisbee, or to just snooze by the fire. He's a big dog now, and I wish him the very best on his great adventure.
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