Here we go again! Yes, I love adventure and that usually means traveling.
So here I am in an airplane flying to California to be with family for a special day called “a wedding.”
The trouble with flying isn’t that it gets us there quickly. The trouble is with something I don’t understand. Time zones. Apparently, we crossed a couple of them while in the sky. Of course, you know I can’t tell time. I have talked about this problem before.
I keep my eye on Christy, hoping she is aware that no matter what time zone we have crossed, I have a schedule to keep.
I knew something had changed as my tummy rumbled and Christy didn’t feed me right away. I watched Grandma Kit peeling carrots – one of my favorite treats – but she didn’t feed me.
When I finally got my dinner, Christy apologized. She was doing her best to keep me on schedule while dealing with time.
Food is not the only issue I have to deal with; this time zone crossing thing is exhausting!