Home Again!

Yesterday was our last day to drive on this road trip. It was a day of great achievement for me.

I am supposed to wear my harness when I ride in the car. It is to keep me safe, according to muzzer. Yesterday I got strapped in as usual. But no one checked the straps. And I have lost weight since we drove to St. Louis, and have recently noted that there is considerably more wiggle room in the harness. AHA! Yesterday I used that wiggle room to squirm out of my restraint! Of course, I stealthily made my way to the front seat, and my favoritest spot in the whole world! Muzzer's lap!
Then I carefully checked out the shoes and travel ephemera that she keeps there! Scored a cashew that got away from Dad, and got to sniff muzzer's sneakers. Cashew was better. Well, short of pulling off in an emergency stop, there was no way these two were going to wrestle me into the back seat again. And with one of them focused on driving, the odds were even more in my favor. So, I spent the time until lunch happily warming muzzer's lap and watching the clouds from the front window.
Unfortunately, this was not a great cloud day.

I did not see a Butchy and Snickers cloud. I saw one cloud that sort of, kind of, looked like Boo Cassanova, and if I squinted really hard, I could almost see Oscar in the cloud at the very top of this picture, rolling on his back and being silly. Muzzer said we sometimes see what we want in the clouds, and that she did not really think it looked like Oscar. She is the cloud expert, and she is probably right. Directly after lunch at a patio cafe in Payson, I went back into the back seat and the harness was tightened to my new, slimmer girth. Curses! No more front seat adventures this trip. We got home and Teka was still here, so my prayers have not been answered. She did not elope with Tanner(ito). Ah well, it is company on AM walkies.

From Tempe, Azrizona.

Kissies

Gussie

28 days, 12 hrs and counting

Oh boy oh boy.....We are leaving for St. Loulus on July 4! We will be "On the Road Again" and I will have lots of exciting things to blog about. Like, how many times does muzzer get sick in the car each day? And, how effective was Gussie at scoring a hamburger for lunch? And, did the lessons Teka is giving me make it easier for me to wriggle out of my safety harness? Wow.

Between now and then, we are also a pretty busy family. Tomorrow I see the vet. Add to the worry list the fact that I am getting some shots, and prolly a blood test. Woe is me. Must think of Jackson and be strong. Then, this coming weekend Dad is going up to Prescott for a couple of days. Prescott is the original state capitol, and a cute town. It is also much cooler than Tempe! But muzzer and I are staying home to take care of Grandpa and the store. Monday muzzer takes Grandpa to get his blood counted. I hope he has enough. I think I will put it on my worry list.

Then Dad comes back for a while, spends two weeks with me and muzzer, and then he goes to England for a long time. My friend Jackson invited him to visit, but Dad is going to wait until muzzer can go along with him for that visit. He is visiting friends at Oxford, then doing his
"dog and pony" show in Manchester and Stirling, and then flying back here on July 2. Hey, wait a minute....how can he do a dog and pony show when I am staying in Azrizona this trip???? Oh well, one more thing for the worry list.

Then, we spend a whole day doing his laundry, and early in the morning of the fourth of July, we get into the white Gussiemobile and leave. We will be blogging regularly....maybe even more regularly than we do now, and I will share pictures and stories and all kinds of stuff with my friends. But not food. Road food is my favorite. Steak n' Shake, here comes Gussie!

Final item for worry list for today. Miss Fee said she thinks I am looking a bit chunky. Am I really? Tomorrow we are visiting the vet, and I bet I find out. Oh..if I am chunky, can I still eat Steak n Shake? Will my friends like me if I am chunky? Oh my. worry worry worry. muzzer says I am becoming Eeyore. Note to self: who is Eeyore, and how can a Gussie become an Eeyore?

worry worry worry.