A trip to the Mobies
The bacation hadn’t started out quite how we’d imagined – in the middle ob a blizzard. There had been a little too much trabel, a little too much noise, WAY too much snow wiff freezing temps, and not nearly enuff qwiet corners to sit and fink. I could tell he was doing that polite Reuben fing—making the best ob it while holding all his big feelings berry neatly inside.
Then all ob a sudden there was knock on the hotel room door. Special Delibery for Reuben! The Ratty Box found us on bacashun and the new box was here… Instead ob hiding in our hotel room, we went opened up the box and went to the mobies!
The lights dimmed, the world softened, and suddenly eberyfing slowed down. There was popcorm—real popcorm—and camdy. Brux and Bites!! A real faborite. Reuben settled right in, paws tucked, eyes bright, nibbling one piece at a time like each kernel deserbed proper considerashun.
I watched his shoulders relax. His whiskers twitched. The day shifted.
His brothers leaned close, sharing popcorm and opinions about the mobie (some louder than others), and Reuben just sat there in the middle ob it all, content at last. No rushing. No expectations. Just togetherness, warmff, crumbs, and the low hum ob a happy place.
Sometimes the best bacations aren’t about where you go. They’re about piboting, adjusting, and ending the day wiff popcorm on your paws and peace in your heart. And snacks.
That’s when Reuben’s birffday bacation truly got better.
*Ratty Box doesn’t usually track you down whereber you are, but it’s totally reliable getting to the home address you gib them. Fank you Ratty Box!!
