Day 15

Whoa, talk about a late morning! That party last night really wiped us all out. Don and I got up about 7:15, at least that’s what I thought it was. Then Don tells me it’s really 8:15, my internal clock is an hour off! I was really worried until I found out that it was a silly thing humans do twice a year, called Daylight Savings Time. How can you save Daylight? There’s only so much every day, and you can’t take some of it and put it in an Alpo can and use it later. Sometimes I think humans are so stupid. But they make the rules, and we dogs just have to make do with them. Don and I had another good walk around the RV Park, and we met an eight week old Scotty named Wally. His human lady was very nice, they were from Michigan and were down here to get away from the cold weather. They were heading to Natchez today, and they were going to stay in the same RV Park that we had stayed in. We told them about the really nice walking areas along the levee, even though we noticed that Wally didn’t walk very much and wanted to be carried a lot. I’m afraid Wally might turn out to be a less than useful dog. Geri was doing some cleaning in the rig when we got back, so I stayed out on the grass while Don ran an errand in the truck. When he returned, he gave me my lunch and they left me in the rig to go to the National Military Park in Vicksburg. They turned on the air conditioning before they left, so that I wouldn’t get too hot. I had a really good nap, as I was still a bit tired from last night.

When they got back, they told me about all the monuments and statues that they saw in the Military Park. Sounds like everyone who was in the neighborhood during the Civil War got a statue or bronze plaque made to commemorate them. Anyway, they said it was a very impressive place; Don particularly enjoyed seeing the remains of a Federal gunboat that had been sunk in the river during the War, and had been found, removed from the riverbottom, and put on display in the Military Park. Geri said that Don was the only person she knew of who could find a ship in the middle of a landlocked National Park. A little while after they got back, Ken and Cathey came over to spend some time with us at the RV Park. Don cooked some hamburgers, which smelled heavenly, though he didn’t cook one for me. They talked and laughed a lot, and I listened in on some of what they were talking about. I think I understand now how Don and Ken are related; they are not from the same litter, or even from the same mother. But Don’s mother and Ken’s father had the same mother and father, though they were not littermates. So they are called Cousins. I don’t know why, but there it is. I have to say that I was pleased at the number of plates that I got to clean up, and the variety of tastes that were available on them. We really should have people over for dinner more often. I like Ken and Cathey a lot, they are very appreciative of well-behaved dogs, as they have one themselves, a very nice Rotweiler named Abby. She seems very intelligent, and treated me quite politely when I was at their house. Well, it sounds like we are moving on again in the morning, to some place called Mobile. I’d better get a good nights sleep. Bye for now.