The both of us are sitting at Soma Coffeehouse right now killing time and the guy on the speakers sounds like a wounded coyote. Gosh, It's awful. Adria is on her second cup of java already this morning and it's only 11:45, but she's almost fallen asleep at the keyboard. I may have to get up and lick her.
Anyway, please excuse the digression. Dogs like to do that, you know. One minute we are walking along and the next minute we spot a rabbit and it's all over, or it is for most of us anyway. I have, regrettebly, learned to control my canine instincts.
What I really intended to do was tell you about our first road trip. Adria and Grandpa Ben and Grandma Cynthia and I went someplace called Wisconsin for three days. I went for the longest car ride of my LIFE! (nine hours). Periodically, we would stop at these places called "rest areas" and Adria and the gang would all shuffle out of the big red car and go use the people potty. When we would enter the building, even though I knew better, I would inhale deeply with my black nose to the floor.
"Leave It, Lu." she'd say firmly and I'd feel a slight ping on my neck.
Gosh, How could she not understand?! I smelled dirt and cleaning solution and crumbs and grass and asphalt and sticks and goodness knows what else! Could she not forgo ettiqutte for once?
to be continued... (Duty Calls!)
Love,
Lu
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