Baxter Can Come Too

I packed last night and loaded up some of the stuff into my car this morning so when I get home from work, I can leave as quickly as possible. Baxter was following me all around, recognizing the suitcase, knowing that it meant that we were going somewhere. And of course, why would I go anywhere without him? I was walking out of my bedroom, closing the door so he doesn't rip apart anything while I'm off at work, and he wagged his tail at me before trotting happily into the kitchen and plopping down right next to his crate. He was ready to go. I tried to break it to him gently that we still had another seven hours before we took off. I don't think he understood for when I left, he was sitting on the couch, staring at me in disbelief. I hope he doesn't think I left him behind. I couldn't go to Ohio without him. My dad looks more forward to seeing him than me and I'm sure Maxwell would miss him too.