The day is finally here! Our tiny adventure begins!
Freedom, is filled to the gills, and she is fueled up and ready to roll. The boys see me taking their bowls and food out the kitchen door and are beside themselves with excitement. They’ve known for weeks that something was up, and this confirms it for them. We are about to GO SOMEWHERE!!!
One last walk through the house and we’ll be on our way. An errant leaf has been deposited on the kitchen floor no doubt from one of the pupper’s mad dashes outside, back inside, outside again, then back in as they whip themselves into a frenzy. As we bid adieu to our little cottage, the dogs forget their manners and squeeze past me as I open the door.
WAITING IS HARD! And boring.
The Chiweenie Brothers are in their harnesses, and Burger is on leash so once I sort them out at the front gate and get them untangled it will be an easy job getting them in the van. We board the beautiful Miss Freedom, and the boys get in their places; Burger on the very outside on the passenger side and The Chiweenie Brothers take the inside middle on the little bed I have made for them atop the plastic drawer unit I have between the front seats. The passenger seat has been “extended” with their pillows and blankets on top of gear on the floor essentially extending the seat toward the dash so everyone has plenty of room. The first squabble that breaks out means the Wild Wiener Dogs get banned to the back. Like that will be enforced. Ha!
We pull out of the driveway and turn right towards Hwy 299. At the stop we nose out and head eastbound. Little Fries sits up straight and almost at attention as he gazes out through the windshield. Wish I had taken the time for a photo.
Burger tries to show some enthusiasm, but of late he only thinks he wants to go for a ride. What he once loved is no longer quite as appealing, but he would rather go than be left home. Of course that isn’t an option, and I will do my best to make it a good trip for him.
Charlie is his usual accommodating self. Wherever we go, whatever we do, I am just glad to be with you is his attitude. Such a sweet little dog is my Charles Barkley.
Did you catch the change in direction? We should have been westbound if we were heading to the coast. Nothing in life is guaranteed, and since I am pretty damn good–from much experience–at dealing with life’s unexpected, we changed our course and our time frame.
The good doctor, after being put up in a local B&B courtesy of the health center over the Fourth of July holiday weekend, informed them that he didn’t want to work in Burney after all! I am “just a house” so I am not privy to any information, but I can guess; he got a better offer from another clinic somewhere. Whatever the reason the health center is without a doc, I am without a renter, and our two month coastal wander is off for now.
Instead, we are camped at Willow Creek Campground south of Adin, California. More on that outing next time.
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna