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8/19/15 Guest bloggers: Mason and Murphy, “The Camping Trip” Part I

Hello, I’m Mason (the handsome devil with his tongue out) and I’m Murphy, the smaller of the two.

We are West Highland Terriers that went on a camping adventure with our humans, Jim and Joyce, and the humans Jim (another Jim!), Liz, Jamie, and Anthony. Anthony is our humans’ grandson. He’s 9, and we are used to him, but we took to the new humans right away. We got along famously.


Now, before anyone gets rumpled up, let us say that we dogs plus Maggie had a nose to tail discussion about the camping trip, and it was decided by all of us that since Maggie has terrible motion sickness and does not do well in confined spaces, plus the fact that Erik moved back home and needed guarding, well, we all came to the conclusion that we wee ones would go and Maggie would stay home with Erik, and have snuggles and Laurel time. So no barking at us, please!

The humans put a lot of time and effort into this trip. Our set of humans researched the campers and site, and Uncle Jim, Aunt Liz, and Jamie collected cookware, camp recipes, flashlights, lanterns, and things of that nature. So did our parents. Everyone got their things together, and met at our house.

It was agreed upon the size of the RV and the price. Everything seemed well. We all trundled with our bundles to the RV location to rent the vehicle. First, the humans had to watch a movie about how to operate the different features. In the movie, everything worked smoothly. It was decided that Uncle Jim would be the Driver, and Aunt Liz would be the Co-pilot. We would stay in the back with our humans and the boys.

(Snicker, Woof!) Like we said, everything looked great in the movie but in real life, our humans were dismayed to find that the RV they were given looked like a rollling Rent-A-Wreck instead of Luxurious RV Heaven. It was tiny inside and still dirty from the last use. There wasn’t any water filled in the tanks, and the propane was half gone. The picnic table in the back was broken. Desperate, the humans took the vehicle since there were no others, and set out on the road.

(Rolls over, shows bellies) Right? With all deference to those old Car-X commercials, the RV went, “Rattle, rattle, thunder, clatter, boom boom boom!” The entire time. There was a bed in the back and two fold-away beds. One was supposedly operated by lifting the kitchen table and pulling out the bed. The other two spaces to sleep were over the front seats near the roof. Like we said, everything looked great and worked smoothly in the movie. Reality would prove vastly different!


Anyway, there we were, clattering down the interstate, when the Co-pilot suddenly said, “There’s a storm ahead and we’re driving right into it!” Uncle Jim white-knuckled it on the expressway (boom! boom! boom!) while the lighting flashed and the wind rocked the camper from side to side. Our dad didn’t seem to mind, though, and got up to get something to drink out of the fridge. He told Uncle Jim, “You’re doing a great job!” and Uncle Jim said, “Everyone needs to be buckled in their seats while I am driving!”


We took a peek out the window, couldn’t see a thing, and crawled back for snuggles with Jamie and Anthony. Here’s me, Murphy, on Jamie’s pillow:


Meanwhile, Aunt Liz texted the human Erik and said, “If we die out here, this is where the insurance policies are…” Somehow, we don’t think she was kidding!

After we’d made it through the storm (there had been no where to pull over on the expressway, since apparently every one is Under Construction), we headed off toward camp. It took 6 hours. It was a long time.

While I, Murphy, snoozed on Jamie’s pillow, tucked between Jamie and Anthony, I, Mason, jumped into Aunt Liz’ lap and took my usual seat as Co-co-pilot. Soon, I was sprawled out asleep and she was saying, “Mason, Mason, move, my arm is asleep!” But I didn’t listen one bit. We stopped at a Rest Area, and I gave Aunt Liz her arm back. The humans went for some food and we dogs ate in the RV. Time for a potty break, so far, so good.

Back on the road, Uncle Jim got another surprise as our Dad told him, “About the rental car we have to pick up. They didn’t have any rental cars. They had a transport bus, you know, like an Airport Shuttle. It seats about 15. You shouldn’t have any problems driving it.” Uncle Jim looked grave. Mom and Aunt Liz laughed and laughed.

However, we stopped, picked up “the bus”, and our Dad took Jamie and Anthony with him, and they all followed Uncle Jim and us to the campground.

Finally, a while later, we pulled into the campground. Here is a tiki bar hut Jamie found while exploring:


So, we’d finally made it. If you want to hear the rest of the story, you’ll have to tune in to Part II!

Woof! Woof! Mason and Murphy


6/7/15 Storms!

Plenty of storms my way today, so much so that Mom couldn’t go out to the baby shower she was supposed to attend. I looked out the front window (for hail or worse; thankfully, none spotted) and saw this little guy motoring back to the pond:


Believe me, he is a LOT smaller than the related-to-Godzilla turtle that was out here last week.

I hope it’s sunny your way; as for me, I’m just cuddling down in the blankies and waiting out the bad weather.


Woof! Love, Maggie

5/11/15 Observations

It’s been rainy most of the day. I’ve been keeping watch through the window, patrolling my perimeter from inside the house, so to speak.

Here is a cardinal that landed in our back yard:


He’s a bright fellow!

And the storm clouds:


They’re not so bright.

I hear some thunder. These situations need monitoring. I am observing, and keeping guard on the family. Woof!


Here’s looking at you!

Love, Maggie

5/22/14 It’s Raining Ice Cubes!

We had another storm.  It wasn’t as bad as the “derecho” from last June, but it was a bad one.  Mom and I knew things were going to get rough when the sky turned greenish black and the wind chime out in front stopped moving.  Not even the birds were out!

Pretty soon it was raining so hard, we couldn’t see across the street.  Mom said at first glance, the rain was every bit as thick and heavy as a snowstorm!  There was a loud Pop!  And all the streetlamps went out.  It was pitch-black and scary outside.  But not for long.

The lightning came, first slowly, then increasing in speed and brightness.  The backyard looked like it was being lit by a strobe light. First we couldn’t see anything, then there would be a crazy flash of illumination where the pool and swingset were shown in wild, jagged forks.  Mom said it looked like a scene from a horror movie.  The thunder was intense.  Lightning hit in the back yard so close that the kitchen lit up like the paparazzi were chasing me!

Then a weirder thing happened.  It started raining ice cubes!  First little ones, then bigger and bigger.  The sound went from a splash, to a tinkling, then to a knocking and pinging bombardment.  Really it sounded very much like a large truck was hurling stones at high speed onto the roof.  Then a crack!  And a flash!  And the ever-present, BOOM!

I stayed close to my humans as the power came and went.  Luckily, I can see just fine in the dark.  Jamie turned on a big LED flashlight and a short time later, Air Conditioner gave a grunt and then the lights flickered back on.  The loud knocking gave way to a tinkling again, then the splash of huge raindrops then….

All was still.  The streetlamps came back on with a “bzzzt”.  The sky was crystal black, clear with the moon shining on the wet pavement.  Lightning had struck the tree in front and there were leaves everywhere, just like in Fall.  There was so much water that the pool was overflowing.  The lawn in front was completely underwater.  About a million wet, green, leaves stuck to Dad’s van.  We didn’t find the hail damage until the next morning.

Now the backyard is really lush, and greener than ever.  Dad says it’s because the lightning put something into the ground to help the plants. 

I still can’t believe it rained ice cubes!

Woof!  Love, Maggie