My humans went away this weekend. More on that later this week when I can get a hold of Mom's camera and figure out where they were. The only thing I know for sure is what the little biped has told me... She says: "I saw dinosaw bones. I went to the oo and see pannaz. I swim with Daddy."
I remember when they used to go away and they even took me with them. That doesn't happen too often anymore. The neighbors' grandson or the little biped's sitter's daughter comes over to take care of me, Sky and the Annoying One. That's OK, but it's not the same as going away with the humans.
A few weeks before Mom and Dad's wedding, we all went on my first camping trip for a weekend to Gettysburg. Mom had read in a bridal magazine that it was a good idea to take a pre-Honeymoon weekend trip one to two weeks before the wedding in order to relax and forget about the wedding stuff for a while. We went to the KOA, which is only a few miles away from the site of the famous Civil War battleground. This weekend is actually the seventh anniversary of that trip.
Late April nighttime tempatures aren't always the warmest, so Mom and Dad got pretty cold the first night. They ended up going to a nearby store on Saturday to find extra blankets to put inside the sleeping bag. Unfortunately, the only thing that they found (which was cheap enough to be used while camping, but still warm enough) was stadium blankets with a local high school's name on them. Those blankets are now used to cover Mom and Dad's bed at home during the day to keep Sky and Canyon hair off of the nice comforters and quilts. I didn't mind the tempature at all. We spent the day Saturday driving through the battlefield and stopping to look at the monuments. Later we went back to the campground to spend another night before coming home on Sunday. We had a good weekend so Mom and Dad decided to made an annual trip to Gettysburg with me and sometimes with Grandma and Pop for several years. The trip started taking place in August somewhere along the line (I think to coincide with a quilt show) and one year it was so hot (over 100 degrees). Mom and Dad were worried that I would overheat with all my glorious husky hair. I was constantly having cold water dumped on me (which was nice and helpful). Even worse that weekend was the frightful thunderstorm that came through to take care of all the heat and humidity that weekend.
Then the little biped came along and we stopped going to Gettysburg because Mom and Dad figure that the little biped would probably be bored silly with that trip, but we continue to camp at other places. Here's some pictures from that first trip...
Mom and I at Little Round Top
Me in a Husky Ball at the campground
Woo woo, Kelsey Ann