OK. I know I didn’t say anything about our so-called vacation yet. But I thought vacations were supposed to be fun, right?
Come to think of it I didn’t even tell you about leaving Florida and the whole crazy trip that got us to this house with the smelly beasts.
Mama is actually way behind in sharing my cuteness. There are still photos and videos from our old place in Florida she never posted. I wish I could hire some competent help.
Oh, well. Let’s just start with a picture of me. Always a good place to begin.
Now this is my idea of “vacation”! Relaxing. Everything I need within reach.
So let me just tell you about this latest vacation for now…
Yogaville??! They don’t even allow pets to stay there!
So we had two nights at that Sai Baba Super8 with the easy-access boxsprings. I learned quickly that check-out time means time to avoid being put into my tent and shoved into the back seat of the rental car. Check-out time means time to become invisible. I got very good at it.
When they did eventually corral me, we took off for State College so they could have their photo taken at another shrine.
the faces have been changed to protect the silly
No, I don’t get it either.
Worshiping me is fine, but why is the statue the wrong color?
But we got an extra big hotel room with extra windows to sit in. So that was nice. Until Mama opened one. Then this stench wafted in. Cows, she said.
Hmmm. Cows are ungulates. They don’t smell tasty. Wildebeest are ungulates. I may have to rethink my plan of following the wildebeest migration. There may be some of that stinky poo smell involved. Hmmm. Any suggestions?
Then on to a nice hotel somewhere else.
I was unreachable come check-out time.
The next night was the 4th of July and we hadn’t planned on seeing any fireworks. But as soon as we got settled into our hotel room, a big display started that we could watch right from bed! That was a fun surprise! We didn’t think we would see any fireworks. (Except for those we were smuggling in the trunk.)
Then we heading north until we were about 13 miles from the Canadian border. That is the furthest north I have ever been and perhaps ever will be — unless I sneak across the border. But I don’t think they have any wildebeest up there so why bother?
We spent a couple of days at a friend’s cabin on a lake. No ungulates, no fireworks, just quiet. I was OK with that. And I didn’t have to get in the car for a couple of days, so that was very nice.
This is a picture of me when they said it was time to leave the cozy cabin. See me? In the tent? No. Under the bed. Uh-uh. In the golf bag? Nope. In-vis-i-ble!
Well, they finally lured me out with treats and got me in the car and took me back to that nice hotel with the big bed to hide under. This time I let myself fully enjoy all of the amenities.
The over-sized headboard is very well-designed for climbing and scratching.
Smelled a little funny, though.
Mama’ s tie-dye clashed with the color scheme. As usual.
On the way back home, we drove through Amish country.
Mama took these photos from the car as I considered chasing down those ungulates.
It was really hot out, though. And it might be bad form to devour a family’s transportation. Oh, well. I wasn’t that hungry, anyhow.