Our So-Called Vacation

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. 

Big bed.

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.


12 responses to “Our So-Called Vacation

    • Jha Jha is VERY inquisitive! Always an adventure!

      Thanks for visiting, Laura! Hope to see you again! I am missing the sand between my toes, so I’ll have to hang out on your blog. Have fun!

    • Thanks for stopping by! These randomly-generated wavatars are fun, huh?! Enjoy your road trip!

  1. JhaJha! Girlfriend! Your tippy-toe technique is most excellent. I also like how you gave your beans a run for their money — really, it’s too much, putting you in cars. I wonder at your self-control with the ungulates, though. Respect for others’ transportation needs must yield to The Hunt. Why did you not call me? We need to practice our flank-attacks. You know what I bet the problem is? Your weird vegetarian bean. She’s got you confused and disempowered on this point. Call me. I’m only here to help. Meat rules. Your fan, Bugs.

    • Oh, Bugs! Oh, yeah! The HUNT! MMmmmm, I’m salivating just thinking of it! Flank-attacks and flank steaks, baby! It is true that my bean is so weird she eats only raw plants instead of raw animals. And she hasn’t given me raw meat since we left the beach! Just canned stuff these days. Some paranoia about no sanitizing cycle on the dishwasher. I got tired of the freeze-dried stuff I have. Can’t wait for some fresh, bloody goodness or at least some Carnivore Crunch or Yummy Lickin’ Salmon and Chicken.

      Hope you are feeling better since your last trip to the stupid vet. Bastard.

      • JhaJha, you have got to get your bean to stop feeding you that crap. You will get weak and passive and that is not the furious-huntress JhaJha I need by my side. WTF? If she knows about stuff like awesome Carnivore Crunch? We have one moonflower and one peach set aside for you, if as and when we do manage to get together to practice our flank-strategies. Thank you for asking about my recovery. I am feeling more ferocious by the minute. I’m reconnoitering a re-visit to that Vet-ress. (Bitch, actually. HAR. Gender confusion rules!) At night, I’m thinking. And without Bean. For deniability. You on?

  2. Oh! You and Bean are hilarious! Er, I mean JhaJha and Bugsy are!

    What was with the name of that hotel anyway? I had to enlarge the photo to be sure my brain problems weren’t messin’ with my head. well, uh… You guys were able to drive through there without rolling in laughter?

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