Day 27
I have to depart from my usual description of our daily activities tonight, because I’ve had an experience that I need to tell you about. I finally met an armadillo. Don has said that he’s been in armadillo mode since the last election, but I really didn’t understand what an armadillo was. Geri had me out for a walk this evening, and we were down at Raccoon Court, near the sewage plant, where I normally make my deposits. This strange looking animal, who resembled a big rat with armor, was slowly walking out of the jungle, coming towards us. Geri told me to Stay, which I was glad to do, as I didn’t have the slightest idea of how to attack it. Besides, I really don’t like to chase creatures who are obviously slower than I am. The armadillo finally became aware of us, slowly turned around, and headed back into the jungle. Geri told me that if he had really been afraid of us, he would have curled up in an armored ball, and I would have broken a tooth if I tried to bite him. I was glad to get this information, as I need to be better informed about other species that I may have to deal with in the future. There, I had to tell you about that.
The notable thing about this morning was the walk that Don and I took. After our usual visit to Raccoon Court, we headed up the hill and kept walking past where we usually turn around. We came to a road that led to the golf course, and we went over to a beautiful grassy area, where Don let me off leash. I immediately found the wettest, dirtiest spot in the area, and threw myself down to roll and wallow in complete abandon. I probably shouldn’t have done this. We got back to the street, and continued our walk. Boy, did we walk. I started looking up at Don, asking how much further we were going, and he kept saying that I needed a good, long walk because I hadn’t been getting enough exercise. I think we walked on every street of The Great Indoors. When we got back to the rig, I was huffing and puffing, and ran into the coach to cool down and have some water. Geri saw me and shrieked about how dirty I was, and Don caught, well, a lot of trouble about my condition. He went outside to do some work.
After Geri cleaned me up, they got in the truck and went out, and left me to nap, which I really needed. They got back a few (I don’t know how many) hours later, and put me in the truck to go for a ride. We were looking for a park where I could do some running, not that I really needed to, but all the parks we found had signs that said “No Pets”. We finally wound up at a track field at a Middle School just east of Orlando; I did a couple of runs just to keep them happy, and we went home. They had leftovers for dinner, but I got some really great plates.
Don says that he needs to report where they went while I was napping. OK, they went back to the Kennedy Space Center, saw a bunch of exhibits about space flight, watched an IMAX movie about the moon, looked at old rockets, and toured a space shuttle. Yeah, sounds like fun. I hear we’re out of here tomorrow, off to a place called Saint Augustine. Just as I was getting used to this place. Oh, well.