Yesterday, after a final check to make sure they didn’t leave anything behind, Tia and Dave turned in the keys to the house. It made me a little sad to know that there is no one there to chase those squirrels and birds out of the yard. That is a full time job so I hope the next family that moves in has a dog that is capable of keeping up with those crafty critters. They also better appreciate how clean the house is since Tia and Dave spent the whole weekend making sure to wipe and scrub every surface. Since there is nothing left to sit or sleep on at the house, we’ve become modern day nomads living in the hotel on Ft. Sill. It’s not too bad, but we’re all the way up on the 6th floor which means it’s a little complicated when I have to go out. Tia has to put on her shoes, put on my leash, grab the room key, and then we have to ride the magic box room thing called and “elevator” down the first floor before I can even see grass. I also do not being left alone in the room and make sure to bark and cry so everyone knows it. This means that I get to go everywhere with Tia and Dave…including down to the continental breakfast. They take turns going to get their food and then we sit in the lobby lounge and watch the news. I see nothing wrong with this, but Dave seems a little embarrassed.
However, he is no more embarrassed than Tia was on Monday. She’s been dealing with a bad right knee for a month or so now but things were on the up swing until…she tripped coming out of the breakfast area while going up three steps and managed to go face first into her coffee and Danish while landing on her bad knee. It was the edge of the step that made impact with her knee cap and needless to say she made even the Marine who tried to help her blush with her choice words. Covered in coffee, limping, and holding back tears, she was quite a sight coming around the corner to me and Dave. The pain was so bad that she had to go to the ER for X-rays! It turns out her knee was just badly bruised and she’s walking around fine now…but she still hasn’t gone back down for breakfast since the face plant. It’s a good thing that she’s feeling better because starting tomorrow there is a long cross country trip ahead of us all. We’re heading to Dave’s parent’s house in Tennessee then dropping him off at Ft.Benning and finally Tia and I are heading to sunny and lovely Florida!
I’m excited for the trip except for the fact that I won’t be able to sit on Tia’s lap. Since I apparently move around too much and step on Tia’s tender knee, I have been banished to the backseat and have to wear a seatbelt! A seatbelt! It is a harness that clips to the seatbelt and keep me from getting to the front seat. There is a comfy bed to sit in and they made it so I can lie down, but I’d still rather be up front with my face in the air vent. I like to smell where we’re heading. There is another reason that I am trapped in the backseat: I leak when I sleep. Yes, it is happening more frequently that I leak just a little pee when I sleep. It is shameful and I can’t help it…but no one wants to be peed on during a long road trip. So after her trip to the ER, Tia took me to the Vet to see if there was something wrong with my plumbing. The Vet said it had to do with me being an older dog and the seizure medication I take. The result: another pill. This one is supposed to tighten up those issues down there and help me hold it in while I’m sleeping. Until they’re sure that I’m no longer a leaky liability, Tia and Dave have me sleeping in my crate too. It’s not like I do it on purpose. Grrrr.
Anyway, I have to go help Tia pack the car for our adventure. I’m not really sure how she’s going to fit all this junk into that tiny car…a Fiesta can only hold so much! She broke down and mailed three boxes of things (her clothes) to her mom in Florida yesterday but there is still plenty to cram into that clown car. I might not be able to write for a week or so, but I promise there will be good stories to tell! There always are when it comes to traveling and moving.
Toby
