"How cold is it?"
If you said, "That's a bit that Johnny Carson used to do," you get 15 bonus points. If you don't know who Johnny Carson was, ask your parents... he is still the class act of late night TV in my book.
How cold is it? This cold...
Joan put Rufus's sweater on him before we left the house. My goal was to be rolling out of our driveway in the car by noon... 10:30, an hour and a half ahead of my schedule. Out to the storage unit, one last car-load of stuff to put away, and we started our trek for real about 12:30.
It is gray, windy, and cold. Occasional drizzle. Once we were heading north, the temperature was 39 to 41º. There is a Customs and Border Patrol checkpoint about 100 miles north of the border...
They walk a dog around your vehicle while the officer engages you in light conversation, mostly checking your demeanor. "Are you a US citizen?" (Yes, sir.) "Just you in the RV?" (Me and a very handsome cat. (My wife is right behind us in the Equinox.) "Have a safe trip."
When Joan pulled up to him, he said, "That guy in front of you said you pulled into Walmart and loaded a bunch of illegals into your car." Joan smiled at him and said, "Help yourself if you want to look around." She knew I wasn't going to do or say anything to cause her a problem; some things aren't funny.
We stopped early today, to allow us time to finish the sanitation process on our water tanks and lines. It takes a while. The last half hour or so before our stop, Rufus sat on my lap with his head on my arm...
We are down for the night, and the water stuff is done. One last thing to check: the waterheater (runs on electricity and/or propane); all good. Now we can settle in for the evening.
2 comments:
Glad that you are "On the Road Again" and hopefully heading for warmer weather. Rufus looks so handsome in his sweater! What a good boy.
Alice is training Duke for a jacket and a leash, so we can take him out into the yard safely once things warm us here. He got out the first week and panicked, not knowing where his new home was. Alice found him cold and wet four houses down, huddled under a pine tree. So we need to let him get his bearings. Such a vigorous athletic lad would really enjoy our back yard - once we can trust him to find his way back home.
Traffic, dogs, coyotes - Rufus only goes out on a leash, unless we just step outside the door... with me right beside him. That's the rules.
He seems to know which RV is his when we're traveling... although I have seen him eyeing a bigger motorcoach on occasion. I told him: "No trading up." ;-)
Good luck with the leash training for Duke. He will appreciate getting outside, safely. Patience is what it takes when "cat training" (in quotes because it is all a matter of whether they want to do what you are "training" them for. Ruf gets a little treat when he walks good... which is most of the time... because... he is such a good boy. (drink up) ;-)
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