After driving on snow-covered dirt roads to a doggie spa to recover “Luckie,” then on to Denver International, we got on a flight, not to Orlando, Florida, or choice No. 2, Chicago, but to Washington, D.C. Our flight from there to Orlando arrived after midnight, and we had two cars to get to Stuart. After another 2½-hour drive, we were finally home in our own bed after 3 a.m. Needless to say, we slept in the next morning — a real luxury.
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