It's all right with her, though. She loves going to Ruth's house. I dropped her off this evening, and watched her run to Ruth's background, excited to play with the other dogs. Before I left, I sneaked a peak through the fence to watch the dogs running and chasing and sniffing each other. She was already having a great time.
This week I am looking forward to seeing Ellis Island, and learning about the immigrants who entered the United States here, full of hope and fear. We hope to take a stroll through Central Park, and to visit with old friends. As for me, I know I'll be noticing all the dogs, and wishing she could be with me all the time.
I know that the trip to the North Shore is more for my sake than for hers. I work a lot of hours sometimes, and it's great for me to have quality time with Scout, to get to know again her unique personality, how playful and fun she can be, her imperfections and her talents.
As for her, she finds a way to fit in and have fun whereever she is, with dogs and people, with children and adults. God's gift to me, she inspires me, too.