Ramblings from the post-road.

Here is how I shall remember each state:

Florida = I need a map. How is Orlando only in the middle?
Georgia = 75% of you is under construction and I never did see Paula Deen.
South Carolina = Florence. And I think there was this place called Pedro's but they should have advertised more.
North Carolina = Best radio stations to which Erin liked to sing along.
Virginia = Never get off at the Bank St. exit unless you are packing heat.
Washington, DC = There were some big buildings but you're not really a state so...
Maryland = No sign of Ace of Cakes from the highway so we drove on through.
Delaware = Thankfully short so Erin didn't have to curse the 55mph speed limit for too long. Curse curse.
NJ = Borders Delaware? Who knew!
NY = Good morning Annie Shea!
CT = Almost home.
NY again = THE GATE WAS CLOSED.

PHEW now that I have that off my chest I can get onto some more important matters.

Apparently of all the tchotchke's that I subconsciously wanted to steal from the Sanibel House, only one made its way into my bag. What are you picturing? A "Beach House Rules" sign? The parrot from the porch? Net webbing filled with booty above the sliding door?

Better.



A night light.

In other news, the horse from the backyard did not, in fact, die at the end of the fall. He's the brown dot in the center of this picture and he's alive!

Another surprise was to come home to green grass instead of white snow. It was the opposite of a Christmas miracle which was exactly what I was hoping for.



There were flowering trees and tuliping tulips!

All is right with the yard.

'Ello (or, Arf)

Arf from Richmond!

My first full day here was pretty good. The girl took me to the park twice this morning. Then she left me for the day. I went exploring and learned to nudge open the closed door. No harm done, just wanted to snooze near her sock drawer.

When she got home we went for a run. I had a quick dip in the Winooski River and the girl trotted with me around some fields. It was quite pleasant. I even saw some little kids and let them pet my head, but they weren't as cute as any of the kids I'm used to seeing.



On our walk home the girl stopped me to snap some pictures. I must say I make this background look lovely.



Luckily, when we went out this afternoon the girl remembered her special bag. This morning she just flung with a stick if you catch my drift. I looked at her like she was NUTSO for picking that up. She said "now you're a city dog" and I didn't understand what she meant until the hot smelly bag followed us home.



Later, we played some more ball and I really showed her my stuff.

After that, she put a yellow string with numbers on it around my belly. Maybe she is measuring me for a tutu?

All of this means I am tired and if you need me you can find me by the boy because he doesn't make me do stuff.

Woof and kisses,
BCup