Friday, July 19, 2013
Road trip with the dogs (or how to get your interior drool cleansed)
My co-pilot Duncan, who is 13 years old, laid down next to me in his spot in the front seat for all but the last 20 minutes of the trip when it was imperative for him to sit up and smell the fresh air because once we got into town I was able to turn the AC off and put the windows down. Nothing like 10-15 degrees cooler than at home.
Only after I rolled the windows down did Kya's big black face disappear out of my rear view mirror only to be replaced in my side mirror. . . . but at least I could see the traffic behind me.
They are finally relaxed, laying down on the cool cement at my sister's house while I quietly enjoy being able to be outside without sweating - it is only 80 or so here. I am quiet, not the sounds of the city. That is the only thing I don't like about this patio, location, location, location.
Have a great weekend everyone.