A cloudy, rainy day here, not suitable for a great deal of outdoor activity. Don and I got a nice walk in during a break in the rain in the morning, and I loosened up my legs by doing some running. Don doesn’t yell at me when I run, unless I make a break for the open door of a trailer or motorhome, which I am sometimes inclined to do. I consider an open door to be an open invitation. But there weren’t any this morning, and I stayed out of trouble.
We piddled around the rig for the rest of the morning, Don working on something on the computer, Geri doing pickup around the coach. After lunch, we got into the truck and headed north up to Roseburg to get some groceries for a special dinner at Aunt Dorothy’s in Winston. Geri and Don collected the stuff they needed, and we sped over to Winston to start cooking. Cousin Joyce and Geri worked on cutting up tomatoes, Don sliced up an onion, and soon he was cooking up a batch of his famous Bolognese Sauce and some rigatoni. A salad, Italian sausage, and some great French bread completed the meal, which was well received by all.
After dinner, Geri and I went out to visit with Wendell, Aunt Dorothy’s goat, who loves to eat the leaves from a nearby grape vine. I thought that he was an interesting character, and he was friendly toward me, as long as he didn’t think I was going to get any of his grape leaves, which Geri was very liberal with. As the evening progressed, I observed that no one had thought to bring my normal 6:30 treat of Yummy Chummies with them, so I politely asked Don if we could go home and meet my dietary obligations. Well, the departure went very slowly, and by the time we got home, it was getting close to my 8:30 going-to-bed cookies time. But I got all of my needs fulfilled, including my treats hidden in a ball, which always take me at least four minutes to extract.
We’re on our way north tomorrow, and I don’t have any idea where we’re going to wind up tomorrow night. Stay tuned, I’ll do my best to keep you up to date!
Dinner at Dorothy's
The only one without a plate
Me and Wendell (I'm on the left)
Wendell getting treats
I think I'm glad I'm a dog
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