This weekend started out as they usually do, but then it happened. The suitcase, the activity but mostly my bed. Carol acted as if nothing was happening. But when I saw my bed I knew my heart would control my body. My tail started to wag and Carol knew she was busted.
What were we doing, where were we going, could it be one of the three yards I have fallen in love over the years. These humans that own the yards are really special. They are related. More trips more fun. But first, which one are we going to visit. Of course, it really didn't matter.
As always, I drink lots of water, we always stop and I get to run. Than as usual I get a treat. John usually figures out what I am doing and stops the process by saying. Puppy what are you doing? I love when he calls me puppy.
As the trip went on, I started to smell it in the air, we were definitely heading for one of the scent filled large yards. I have to keep an eye on my humans. I hate when I loose them. They are after all, only human.
John drove into Marv and Diane's yard. Oh my, I could hardly stand it. I was going to die if they didn't park my truck. And off I went, sniffing, investigating and checking in. This is the yard I was given to enjoy. Carol tried to stop me from getting too tired. I would have none of that. She loves me and so I understand. But a dog has to do what a dog has to do.
We left on Sunday morning and headed for home. What a trip, what a family. They surely rock. Carol and John talked of their own fun time with them but no one, but no one, had more fun then me.