Day 41
Another easy-to-report-on day. First, let me tell my friends who have been concerned about my tummy problems (and those that haven’t), my symptoms seem to have mostly cleared up. Geri and Don are happy about that, and so am I. I can also report that the awful rainstorms are gone, and the skies are clear. Don says that there are parts of Georgia and Alabama that really needed that rain, and we should be glad they got it. Well, yeah, I just wish they had gotten all of it, without so much being wasted up here. So, when Don and I went for our morning walk, it was pretty soggy. We stopped at the office, and I got tied up outside, where I got lots of pets and compliments from several ladies. Like Don says, I’m a Babe Magnet. We had to move the coach to another site, part of the deal to get another night here. I like the new site better, because there is a nice patch of grass right next to it, great for rolling.
After I got my lunch, Geri and Don took off in the truck, leaving me to my afternoon nap. It was a good long nap, as they got back a little late. They had taken a boat trip out to Fort Sumter, which is out in Charleston harbor, and is where the Civil War started. This Civil War stuff is confusing. My command of English is far from perfect, because it doesn’t always translate well into Dog Talk. But I do know what a war is, it’s a big fight. And I think I know what civil is, because Don sometimes tells me to be civil, meaning don’t jump up on someone and frighten them. It means to be nice and thoughtful. So, how do you have a nice, thoughtful big fight? It’s bothersome. Anyway, they said the Fort was on a very small manmade island, that there wasn’t a lot left of some parts of the Fort, and there was a big, black, concrete Spanish-American War fort planted right in the middle of it. They could see Fort Moultrie, where we were a couple of days ago, from Fort Sumter. It also provided a nice view of Charleston. It seemed to be a very enjoyable outing for them.
So, I got my dinner, Geri took me for a walk, Don got the satellite antenna going, and they had some leftovers from their lunch. No plates. Hmph. Travel day tomorrow, up the road to Wilmington, NC. There’s a big footrace over the route we would normally travel in Charleston tomorrow, so Don is planning an end run around it. We’ll see if it works. Manana! (Este perro habla Espanol!)