I drove eight hours yesterday. It was a beautiful, uneventful drive. Except for the first little bit. That’s a sad story. It started like this:
Don’t Chewy and I look happy? I took him into the bathroom with me at the welcome center. A male security guard opened the door to the women’s washroom as I was leaving the stall and told me to leave, that dogs weren’t allowed within a hundred feet of the building. Scared the crap out of me. Didn’t even get to wash my hands. I saw the sign on the opposite side of the building as I was driving away. I’m still looking for someone I can write to and say something scathing. Or something. You know. Kind of hard to complain to the entire state.
Chewy had a peaceful trip. He slept on the front seat, happy to be with his mama.
And last night we stayed with an old high school buddy of mine, near Birmingham. She has two adorable Dachshunds, Clementine and Molly.
Molly is the long haired black and tan. Clementine is the red head who climbed right up into my lap.
Made Chewy jealous. They were all happy to get their own bags of Jones Natural Chews.
Speaking of Jones Natural Chews, I need to get on the road and meet Suzy in Atlanta. Bark World starts tomorrow and we’re setting up the booth today!
Until I write again …
Flea
