Day 73 – Amarillo, TX

If I were to tell you that we woke up to more overcast and drizzle this morning, would you be surprised? I don’t think so, you’d probably shrug and say, “So what? These people are always in yucky weather.” And you’d be right. So I won’t go into that. I will tell you about my walk with Don this morning, though. There were a lot of nice grassy areas around the Park, though they were pretty soggy. I still managed to find a place suitable for rolling, and got a little soggy myself. We walked down to a fenced-in area, and I saw a sight that stopped me cold; a bird about three times my size! It looked kind of like the Rhea that I saw in Saint Augustine. I looked at Don, hoping that he would tell me what this was, and he told me that it was an Emu; what a funny name! I continued to stare at the bird, while the bird stared at me. I started to slowly approach the Emu, who showed no signs of retreating. I finally got right up against the fence, just inches away from it, and wagged my tail in friendship. The Emu walked down the fence line, away from me. I decided to follow it, but I guess I got a little excited, because I sort of pranced rapidly along the fence. This agitated the Emu, who started running the other way down the fence. I got even more excited, and ran down the fence line after it. About this time, a little goat showed up at the fence, and started scratching himself against it, right in front of me. I didn’t know what to do! I looked at Don, and he told me it was time to leave these guys. I was reluctant to do so, but he always knows best. So I ran around the fence line, and there were some geese! They started making a terrible racket, honking ferociously, and we were afraid that they would disturb people, so we moved on. There were lots of trails and ponds to explore, including a pond where a big catfish came out of the water and looked at me. I smiled and wagged my tail. He submerged. I let Don know that I really liked this place, and would like to stay a few more days. He told me to forget it, we were headed to Tucumcari, and that was that.
So, about ten-thirty, we hit the road again, heading west on 40. It was rainy most of the way, and we hit some heavy fog shortly after we crossed into Texas. About 30 miles before we got to Amarillo, the weather cleared, and we had the first sunshine we had seen in over five days! We pulled into an RV Park that we stayed in five years ago, when Buddy was with us. It looked and smelled about the same. I soon found out why we were here; after I was walked and fed, a big car pulled up in front of the rig. It had huge cow horns on the hood! Geri and Don got into it, and it took off. A couple of hours later, they came back in the same car, groaning and moaning about having too much to eat, and carrying a heavy container of food. They had been to the Big Texan, a restaurant they went to five years ago and never forgot. It seems that they have the best beef in Texas, and their portions are huge. Don says I’ll get my share, but not right away. Sure. Geri and I went out for a little walk, and met some nice people. We went back to the rig, and found Don sitting at the computer, staring blankly at it. He said he was too full to help me with the blog. I cozied up to him, and licked his watch, which is my favorite display of affection for him. He relented and said he’d do the best he can. This is the best he can. We all hope to do better tomorrow, when we’re off to Tucumcari, New Mexico. Talk to you then!