Day 12
When Don sent me out for the phony paper this morning, something caught my eye; Don thought it was a pushboat shoving a barge down the river, and he was pleased with my interest in boats. It was actually a family of squirrels across the street, but I didn’t tell him. He got his act together pretty quickly, and took me on a really good walk along the riverbank. I had some good grass to roll in, and I got so excited that I did a spectacular crazy dog routine. Don was very appreciative. A little later, we got in the truck and went across the river to Natchez. It’s a very old town, and it looks it. There are some big beautiful mansions, mostly along the river, but most of the town is pretty rundown. Don says that President Obama will probably team up with President Carter and come down here and build new homes for everyone. We took a walk through the downtown area. It didn’t seem to be very busy, I only got petted twice. Geri and Don had lunch at a BBQ place, and said it was very good. It didn’t do me much good, no leftovers. We drove up a road called the Natchez Trace Parkway, which was very pretty. Don says we’ll drive further up it tomorrow. When we were coming back from the Parkway, I heard Geri calling my name. Since the window between the back of the truck and the cab was closed, I couldn’t go to her, so I didn’t move from my position, which was right up in back of the cab. Then I heard her screaming that I was missing; I knew I wasn’t, so I didn’t do anything. Don pulled off the road, and Geri jumped out of the truck. I stood up to see what all the excitement was about, and Geri said some bad things to me. I don’t know why, I wasn’t doing anything different from what I normally do. We finished the day’s tour at the Natchez National Cemetery. Don told me that the people buried there were all soldiers, sailors and airmen who had died in the service of our country. There were a lot of them, some of them soldiers whose name no one knew who died in The War Between the States, which was a long time ago. Others had died in Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, and the Persian Gulf. I carefully avoided desecrating any graves, and they both said I was a good boy. We went back to the rig, and they had some leftovers for dinner. Not much in the way of plates for me. We went to bed early, we were all tired from all the touring we did, and Don says tomorrow will be a big day. I’ll let you know what happens!