Know what is even more fun than driving seven hours? Across Kentucky? With your dog? Tracking a rainstorm for seven.hours, across.Kentucky, with.your.dog – THAT’S what. That must mean its time for the annual pilgrimage to the Ft. Wayne home of my comment-giving sister!! When asked if she could have picked a MORE inconvenient place to live, my sister simply replied “San Diego?” ohhhh….its going to be THAT kind of weekend, is it? =) Hee.
But my dog could NOT have been better for the seven-hour drive. She slept every minute door-to-door for seven hours [have I mentioned that it’s a seven-hour drive?], waking only to bark at the baristas during our four trips to Starbucks….NONE of which happened to be in Kentucky as they have something against all non-truckstop coffee (AND cell phone coverage). But just because Molly slept doesn’t mean her breath did. I don’t know what small animal crawled into my dog’s palate and died there, but after being confined in a vehicle with her for seven hours, the paint peeled off my toenails like it was being pressure-washed. She yawned somewhere near Louisville and my car shifted gears. [Good thing she doesn’t read this blog or I would have had to hang a smiley face off the end of that last sentence.]
By the way…do you know how long a tank of gas lasts in the Nissan? Six hours and fifty minutes, THAT’S how long.
But it was all smiles when we finally arrived…Anne Louise had the fridge out in the garage all stocked (why do all the McConville’s have a fridge out in the garage?), there was a guest basket in my room and mints on the pillows. Apparently, we are all trying to out-Nicola one another. And my always-on-a-diet puppy ESPECIALLY liked the trough-sized bowl of dog food that was set out for their apparently self-controlled Labrador. Well….she enjoyed it right up until she ate herself into a freakin’ coma (I was distracted by the garage fridge).
Wonder if Nicola will take Molly back to Nashville with HER on Sunday?
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