Day Nine
I was the last one up this morning; I dunno why, I slept well, guess I was just tired. Anyway, Don petted me and took me to the door of the rig and opened it. There was the phony paper, laying there in the grass. I was glad to see it, phony or not. I brought it in, got my cookies, and Don fixed me breakfast immediately. He took off for the showers, and came back just a few minutes later, grumbling about no hot water. I understood that, cause when Ivy bathes me (she’s my regular groomer) she always uses nice warm water that feels really good. Don got dressed and took me for a really good walk down to the edge of the river, where there was a big grassy area with a lot of new smells. I did some running and rolling, and we stayed out there quite a while. On the way back, we met a very pretty Border Collie who was leashed next to her rig. She wanted me meet me very badly, so we went over so she could do an inspection. Her lady human said that she was the smartest dog she ever knew, and the best traveler. Well, she didn’t know me, so that’s OK. The collie obviously liked me, cause she peed right in front of me for me to smell and cover. That’s a little ritual that humans don’t seem to understand; it’s sort of like when humans make eye contact, smile, and wink at each other. We can’t wink, so we do something else. We had to leave my new friend, as Don was still looking for a groomer for me. We got in the truck and went down the road to a place we had seen yesterday on the way in. It had a sign in the window that said it was open, but the door was locked. Another signed said that they had a doggie day care center down at the end of the side road. We drove down there, and saw a house in a fenced enclosure. There was a gate in the fence, but Don decided not to go to the house. Maybe it was the two German Shepherds in the yard who were barking at us. We went back to the rig, and waited while Geri took a shower onboard. Don read a Houston Chronicle, which he said was the same as reading the San Francisco Chronicle. We had some lunch and got into the truck. We drove to a ferry landing, where the lady in the car next to us asked if she could pet me. She petted me real hard, and I had to break it off. We got on the ferry, and went across a river, then drove to a parking lot next to a big ship painted dark grey. Geri and Don went to the ship, and were gone for awhile. When they came back, they told me that the ship was the USS Texas, a very old battleship that had served in both World Wars. It’s the oldest battleship in the world. Yadayadayada. They let me out of the truck, and I roamed around what looked like a cemetery. Lots of headstones. Don told me that they were men who had either died in the battle of San Jacinto, or had fought there and had been buried there later. I was careful not to pee on any headstones. We got back in the truck and headed down to Galveston. When we got there, we drove around looking at the damage caused by the last hurricane that hit the city; still pretty bad. We saw a hotel that one of the walls had fallen off of, exposing some rooms that still had furniture in them. We found the house that Geri’s former mother-in-law had lived in, many years ago when she was married to a manly, glamorous airline pilot who could handle two burning and two turning in his sleep. Geri and Don went to the house, which had been made into a Bed and Breakfast place, and talked to the owner. She told them to come back in an hour or so, and she would show them the place. They went to a fish place and had dinner, no plates for me. Then we went back to the B&B, and they spent a lot of time looking at the place. My meal time came and went, and they were still in there. They finally showed up, and we headed back to Houston. It was a long drive, and it was getting a bit cool. I snuggled up close to the cab, where I don’t get hardly any wind, and took a nap. When we got home, I got my dinner immediately, then made it known that it was time for my Yummy Chummys, which were promptly administered. We watched “24”, which was very exciting. I got my Going to Bed Cookies, and went to bed.
Day Eight
Everyone got up this morning in a good mood; well, maybe except Geri, who had woken up about 4:30 and not gotten back to sleep. She was a little grumpy. I was excited, because I knew that we were moving today to another place, and there was a good chance that it might have nice grass to roll in. I was so excited that I had to go out to lift my leg almost immediately, and I let Don know. He accommodated me immediately, and I went out and did my thing. In a few minutes, Don opened the door to the rig; he had a newspaper in his hand, rolled up like they are for delivery. He tossed it down to the bottom of the steps. I just stood there with my mouth open. I couldn’t believe it. He had been fooling me every day with a phony paper, just to make me work. I thought about this for a second, and decided it was in my best interests to go along with this farce; after all, cookies are involved. I went for the paper, picked it up, and bounded up the steps with it. He praised me and gave me my usual two cookie payment for delivery. Oh, well, what you have to do to make a living. After breakfast, Don loaded me into the truck and we went back into Boerne to the city park, where I had my accident yesterday. There weren’t any geese to chase, but I ran anyway. I ran down to the pond area, next to the pavilion; there was a man there with a big net, and he was cleaning out the leaves from the pond, so that dogs would be able to know that there was water there. I wanted to tell him that he was a little bit late, but Don was yelling at me to get away from the water. Phoo, like I wanted to do that again. I did a little run through the bushes, and found a good stick to chew on. Don kept telling me not to swallow the stick, but I already knew better. I was disappointed that there weren’t any other people in the park, but we had a nice walk.
We went back to the RV park, and got the rig ready to go. I always try to supervise this effort, to make sure it’s done correctly, but this time Don had done a tank dump. It always smells awful when he does this, much worse than my dumps, and I had to retreat to the other side of the coach. He got everything ready to go without my help, and we headed east again on Highway 10. We went through San Antonio, and headed for Houston. I took a nap. When I woke up, we were pulling into a new RV Park; Geri went in to register us, and I looked around at the Park. It was all green; green grass! When we had parked the rig, I went out to help Don do the hookups, but the grass got to me. All I could do was roll, and roll and roll in the beautiful grass. Geri took me for a walk, and we went down to a river. There was grass every where, and I had to roll in it several times. We went back to the rig, and we all had dinner. Don and Geri had pasta with Don’s homemade sauce, which I love. The plates were wonderful. We didn’t have internet service, so Don and I had to do the blog in a separate file for future posting. I hope that the late posting doesn’t disappoint my readers. Today, I am a really happy dog.