Day 25
Don and I got a late start this morning; Geri was up before us, which is a little unusual. We got breakfast done quickly, and Don got dressed and took me out for a nice walk through the Village. I can’t really call it an RV park, because it looks like Ventura with a lot of RV’s. The people are really nice, and the grass is beautiful. Oh, there are a lot of snotty little yap-dogs who think they could chew my head off if they were just off the leash, but I don’t pay much attention to them. I understand their inferiority complex, and I just feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for their humans, too. Maybe someday they’ll discover that a larger dog, like a Golden Retriever, is no harder to care for than a goofy little yapper, is a lot quieter, and a much better friend. Well, enough sermonizing from me. When we got back, Geri was putting her stuff on her face, which she does when they are going somewhere. Don was moving Garmie from the coach to the truck, which is another sign that they are going out. Who’s Garmie, you ask? Well, Garmie is like a tiny little TV screen that they mount on the windshield of the truck or the dashboard of the coach; it’s like a seeing-eye dog, because it tells them where they are, where they’re going, and what’s ahead of them. They like Garmie, because it helps keep them from getting lost, which they hate. Garmie used to talk to them, to tell them where to go, in a nice soft feminine voice. Don often argued with her, telling her she didn’t know what the #@%! she was talking about! Geri got really tired of that, and told Don to shut her up, which he was glad to do. So, that’s Garmie’s story.
Anyway, I got my lunch, and they took off. I got on the couch for a good nap. They got back just in time for my dinner, which was great. They told me about the things they had seen at the Kennedy Space Center, where they put people on top of a big firecracker thing, set it on fire, and shoot them up into space. Wow, sounds like fun. They did this just a few nights ago, while we were eating, so we didn’t see it. But today they saw the place that they shot them up from, and they were strangely happy about it. I have been told that other countries have done this to dogs; I can only hope that it was reported to the SPCA. They also saw a huge firecracker thing like the ones that they used many years ago to send people to the Moon! The Moon! My ancestors used to howl at the Moon, but we’d be howling even louder if we had to go there. Personally, I’m glad I didn’t go with them; I don’t really like fireworks or other noisy things, and I don’t want them to get any ideas about going to the Moon.
After dinner, Geri took me out for a really long walk through the Village. I don’t think she intended that the walk be as long as it was, but this place is really huge, and you have to go a long way to find a road that leads back to where you live. But we finally made it home, I got my Yummy Chummys and my Going to Bed cookies, and we turned in after watching a little TV. See you tomorrow!