Hello! It’s me!
If “up the tree to chase the squirrel” is heading south, then I am all for heading south.
So yesterday Mom says, “Come on little buddy, we’re headed south.” We leave our house … and then I sense that because movers were here the past two days taking our furniture and possessions I might be at risk of not revisiting my home again.
Mom says “no worries”.
We visit one of Mom’s friends. Let’s just say I wasn’t thrilled with my viewing angle.
Once I roused Mom and Friend out of the house, we were able to enjoy unusually nice summer weather.
Yup – these are warm days, #amirite?
Then we drive through Downtown Seattle, on our way to the hotel we were staying at.
I scream “Valet … Valet Anybody”?
I openly wonder whether this is a five-paw hotel, ’cause I’m not staying as some fleabag next to the K-Mart.
I sense this hotel meets my expectations … though I openly wonder what kind of pup is named “Marvin”? Maybe he is a Martian.
I suppose the high moment of the evening is when Mom went off to dinner and left me alone in the hotel room and I threw a fit and the staff at the hotel called Mom and told her to rescue me and Mom said “I’m eating dinner” and the staff said “well at least bring him down to spend time with us” and so Mom did that and I greeted new guests for an hour, give or take.
Pretty good stuff, eh? Credit goes to Aunt Sheila for the brilliant snaps.
Today we met Dad at the airport, and the family unit began our journey – we moved from the Pacific Northwest and we now head south toward our home in Arizona. We’re eating pico-guac chicken burgers in Central Oregon as we speak. Tomorrow it will be 100 degrees all up and down the West Coast – toasty weather for a drive south. Hopefully we will get to listen to some “Yacht Rock” on SiriusXm tomorrow – FM radio was sub-par today.