Day 14
Everything went right on schedule this morning, which is the way I like it. I really think that life goes better when things get done at the proper time, like feedings, treat times, walks, etc. Don took me for a walk all the way around the RV park, and I found a lot of interesting things to investigate. We got into the truck then, and took a tour of Vicksburg. It’s another really old town, like Natchez, but seems to be in better shape. It has a very grand old courthouse, which is now a museum. There are a lot of very beautiful old mansions that have been converted to bed and breakfast places. I’ll bet none of them allow dogs. Come to think of it, that has to be discriminatory; I think my civil rights have been violated. I’m making a note to talk to Don about filing a suit, maybe class action. Anyway, we went down by the river where there are a bunch of pictures painted on the side of the concrete levee. The town is very proud of these pictures, called murals, which show the history of Vicksburg. Except for one really crazy one, which doesn’t show anything that I could understand. Geri and Don agreed with me. The pictures are all really beautifully done (except for the crazy one), and Don took pictures of some of them. We toured around town some more, and found some areas where Barak and Jimmy needed to show up and build some new houses. We went back to the rig so I could have lunch and take a nap. When I woke up, we got back in the truck and went back out to Ken and Cathey’s house, where they were having a party for their daughter Taffy and her new husband, Curt. There were a lot of people there, and lots of kids. I love kids, they almost always smell good and they always treat me nicely. Two little girls sat down next to me and petted me for the longest time, and everyone was very nice to me. The people at the party had catfish and hushpuppies for dinner. I had never heard of hushpuppies before, but Don told me that originally they were made to feed to the dogs to keep them quiet while the humans had dinner. He got one for me, and I ate it; it was OK, but nothing special, though I must say that if I were the constantly barking type, like that little Dachsy ninny Murphy, it would keep me quiet for awhile. Ken built and lit a bonfire down in the valley behind the house, and all the kids and the other dogs went down there. I don’t much care for fire, as my long hairy coat is very flammable. Everyone sat around and talked, and I made the rounds to get petting from all the adults. We finally went back to the RV Park, I had my going to bed treats, and I crashed. See you tomorrow!