This morning, my master took me out in the back yard and just let me run around. No leash. I guess there was something called a fence. Anyway, it was great to run free. But when it was time to come back in, she carried me off to the bathroom muttering about Georgia clay and started washing my feet. Then they made me stay in the bathroom so I wouldn't stain the carpet. I could hear them talking and having such a good time. My master brought scones for Kaitlyn. I bet they were eating them.
I did get to say goodbye to Kaitlyn as my master carried me out to the Corvette. It sure took them a long time to say goodbye. How many times can you hug? It was 9:20 when we pulled out of the driveway. We worked our way over to the beltway that goes around Atlanta. Boy was there a lot of cars; and all going so slow. Finally we were on I75 going North. We are headed for Maynardville, Tennessee. I like it there.
My masters abandoned me while they had lunch at Shane's Rib Shack outside Chattanooga. They were talking about how good the chicken wings were. I guess they shared an order. I never get any of the good stuff. Back to my seat and we are off again. I'm really getting used to riding in my new bed.
We arrived at my master's sister's house about 4pm. Beth and Daniel live in a really great place with a huge front yard full of grass. I got out of that car and ran and ran. So good to stretch my legs and to see Beth and Daniel again. They were just at my house for Easter. Beth put on a kit flying demonstration. It scared me so I went in the house to my dog cave. I hear my master tried but she only had it flying for seconds before crashing it over and over. Bob sat on the porch and watched. I could hear everyone laughing so hard.
The humans had a wonderful smelling dinner of pork tenderloin and veggies. My kibble was just the way I like it, crunchy. There was lots more talking and laughing well into the evening. We slept in the big bed with lots of room to move around. Whew what a busy day. Wonder what will happen tomorrow.
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