Happy trails

The folks just got back from vacationing in Florida and Georgia. They were supposed to go to Orlando on an Army trip, but it was canceled, which meant Lexie and I had the house to ourselves for one less night than expected. Because of the change in the people’s plans, we had to switch up a few of our own plans, including starting our daily block parties with all the cool canines in the hood a day later. The only kink in our plan after the folks packed up the rented minivan and headed for the highway was our Aunt Kerri’s schedule. She took care of us while the folks were gone, and there were a few close calls when she arrived unexpectedly. It was pretty tricky ushering all the party dogs out the back gate and burying the party evidence before Kerri got out of her car, got the door unlocked and began the chore of meeting our food and water needs. Of course when she asked if we’d been good dogs, all she had to do was look into our puppy-dog eyes and see that we had. Since Duchess spent the week at Nana’s she wasn’t around to tattle on us. What happens during our backyard parties always stays in the backyard. As for the people’s trip, sounds like it was a good one. They toured landmarks associated with two of their favorite movies – Ricky Bobby at Daytona Speedway and Forrest Gump in Savannah. Sounds like they ate well, too - fresh seafood, Krispy Kreme doughnuts, sushi, ‘mater sam’iches – and only gained a few pounds. As usually, Cheryl took loads of photos. Wes, like Duchess, says enough is enough once he’s had his pictured taken one too many times, as evident in the huge frown on his face. Maybe one of these days we’ll actually get to go on vacation with them. Until then, we’ll party till the cows come home.