Day 64 – Sevierville, TN

First of all, I need to deliver an apology to some dear friends, Craig (also known as David) and Jane (also known as Jane) for referring to them as “jerks” in yesterday’s post. I made the remark in a fit of canine pique because they had not contacted us regarding our planned rendezvous in Sevierville; moments after posting the blog, they called, and all was well, and I immediately regretted my comment. Additionally, they are just across the street from us right now, and have promised me a severe beating if an apology is not forthcoming. So, I apologize already. Happy to get that out of the way.

On our walk this morning, Don and I met Jake and his mom again. He really is a nice dog, just not old enough to have calmed down. I can tell that he likes me, because he obviously wants to play with me. But that’s impossible, because he has to be on a leash, or he’ll run off until he gets lost. When he gets older, I’m sure he’ll understand that running off is very dangerous, because if you get separated from your human, you might never get home again. When I go on a walk with Geri or Don, I often get a ways ahead of them, but I always stop and look back to make sure they are behind me. If they are too far away, I’ll stop and let them catch up. Well, enough sermonizing. Since we had heard from Craig and Jane last night that they would be here in Sevierville this afternoon, it was decided that this would be a housecleaning day. There was sweeping, vacuuming, washing and laundrying. I had to keep moving to keep out of the way of their activity, and it interfered greatly with my napping. They finally went off to do some shopping, and I finally got some good nap time in. Shortly after they got back and unpacked their groceries, Craig and Jane arrived with their cargo of birds and cats. Craig brought Homer, a lovely green parrot, over to our place, and I thought he was a very nice bird. As I mentioned in a previous posting, I once held a bird in my mouth, after having chased it, and I knew I was doing something wrong. A squirrel, that might be different, who knows.

Don cooked up some pasta for dinner, with a little salad, and we all ate out on the patio. The weather was beautiful, warm with a little breeze. The people did a lot of talking, and I waited for the plates to show up, which they did. It was just a very pleasant evening, with a little rolling in the grass, a lot of petting, some good treats, and some work on the blog. Then to bed. Not sure what’s happening tomorrow, but I’ll surely keep you informed.