Despite my best intentions, then, I found myself loading Mom, three boxes of food and two trays of sweets into my car, Petunia firmly ensconced on my mother's lap with her harness tugging against her excited body. Maybe it wasn't a great idea to bring the pug along. She practically drooled on Mom's shoulder as she leaned as far over my mother as she could, big eyes white around the edges while she smacked her lips and panted at her proximity to all of that deliciousness. But ...