Dogs know packing, don’t they?

I mean, really.

Have you ever packed for a trip without your dog knowing – like two days in advance that you were going?

They sense everything.

A tension starts in their shoulders, and soon they are slinking around hoping they get to go too.

In my experience though, cats are almost as bad.

The old cat from my childhood would jump into our suitcases and lay down on our clothes if we left the room for more than a few seconds.

It’s endearing, if you think about it.

After all, our pets just want to be with us.

Now, Charley is a mind-reading dog. There have been many trips in his lifetime, and often he has to be left at home. He knows we are going long before the suitcases come out, and he paces and worries and whines and goes into a state of mild hysteria, old as he is. During the weeks of preparation he was underfoot the whole time and made a damned nuisance of himself. He took to hiding in the truck, creeping in and trying to make himself look small.

-John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley In Search Of America