Take Me with You

Take me with you

, my fiesty little forfucksakesitsnottinkerbell chihuahua, knows it instinctively when I’m about to leave the country on either a leisure or business trip. He places himself in my luggage, as though to say, “Take me with you,”. Yes, very endearing indeed.

Take me with you

I’m off for a one-day conference in London on Social Media for Business by mad this evening. I doubt I will even have time to suffer from a jet lag. May as well, for it pains me to be away from my wife. It’s strange I have never felt this way before. I have not left, and yet I can’t wait to be back already.

I wish I could take her with me.


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