I wake up to something kicking me in the face. Yawning I scoot over and go back to sleep knowing that Bella wants me to move. The next time I get woken up it’s eight in the morning and I get ready to go to Savannah. Traveling with my dog is no easy feat, but since she has separation anxiety it is a necessary one. Before every trip we go on I make sure to pack Bella a backpack full of her favorite toys and treats so that she knows we’re taking her with us. The drive to Savannah is only an hour, seeing we’re staying in Tybee Island. It’s over a 100 degrees out and I dressed the part. I wasn’t worried about me, but I was worried about Bella. She’s a 20 pound Boston Terrier and she’s black and white. I made sure that I brought a lot of water with
