Lookn’ good rolling down the road. Peoples wave or honk when they see my big head hanging out the window.
Two fun ladies struck up a conversation at a wayside rest about an hour from Broussard, Louisiana. “Hi, Barbara and daughter.” I’m taken’ a rest while Mom and Barbara chat the time away.
Greg and Mom went to eat in Abbyville. I waited patiently in the auto while they dined on pasta. As soon as the car door opened, I did a mad sprint to the park. Greg thought I should be thirsty. Instead of drinking, I stuck my tongue out at him.
Mom always takes a picture of me in front of water fountains. I don’t know why; I humor her.
Greg and Mom had breakfast at Buck and Johnny’s. Yup, they started drinking Mimosas and rock’n to music at nine a.m., followed by a trip to buy my kibble. Their outing ended with a swing through the Farmers Market.
I didn’t feel too bad cuz I got bacon for my morning treat.
Greg took Mom to a Farmers Market in Lafayette, and I was left home to cool my paws in the bedroom. At least it was a room with an outside view. That enables me to watch the world spin. Sadly, it spins without my involvement; I suppose that was better than being stuck in an auto when it’s 80 degrees outside.
Two-legged’s in the South show love to their dogs better than in the North. The stores in the South encourage you to bring your favorite companion while you shop. Mom had to stop at Home Depot to pick up paint for some Ivy repairs. That old girl is always needing to be repaired! Mom really needs to buy a new camper.
We went from Greg’s place to Bogue Chitto State Park. Mom elevated my food dish to make it easier for me to eat. I stepped up onto the platform, which defeated the purpose. She was glad she didn’t spend any coin on buying a raised dish.
Bogue Chitto is the best place to swim as long as one eye constantly scans for big, hungry alligators.
Me, drying off after a dip.
This is where I rest while in camp.
Mom’s friend Wanda brought her pups for a visit. Lucy and Buck made themselves right at home in the Ivy. I must always be careful around dogs as big as my paw. They squish easy.
Mom is riding Boots. Wanda is on the other horse. I guess the horses are sisters. Me? Left in the camper like an old sock.
Mom told me to smile. She was doing blog stuff at the coffee shop.
Bad, bad storms were pounding us. Mom thought spending the day at the Giddy Up coffee shop would be more fun instead of being cooped up in the ivy. It was 80 degrees, and we couldn’t stay dry with the camper windows open; I think Mom made the right call.
I’m licking my chops cuz Mom shared her turkey melted cheese sandwich with me.
A few days later, Mom and Wanda went to a car show and a farmers market and danced to a rock n’ roll band. When they were done kickin’ it up, Mom packed and pointed The Ivy toward Minnesota.
Of course, I got stashed in the camper while Mom pretended to relive her youth … between you and me; those days are decades in the past.
Mom just scolded me. She thinks youngness is in her heart and attitude. I’m a smart hound, so I know when to shut my yapper.
Luv Otis❤️
