Most often, Friday nights are pretty easy around here. There’s usually a trip to the chaparral and then comes the drink-making (I never get one, but after they’ve had a couple, I can always count on more treats…) and the dinner-making and the whole weekend thing gets started. I like weekends. My people are around more and we tend to go places.
But last Friday, this place was a beehive of activity, and beehives always get me a little edgy. There was a lot more talking and list-making and a lot less chaparral and treats. And then the suitcases came out! If there’s anything more stressful than a beehive, it’s the suitcases! The last time they came out, my people went to this “France” place for three weeks. Without me! I may have started panting and then gnawed my bed a little.
The next morning though, as things were getting packed I saw that the dog hammock (which is really more of a blanket, but there you go) got put into the back seat. Before anything could change, I got right in. I knew what this meant – ROAD TRIP!!
Now. I’m an old hand at road trips. When I was still a pup, we went on a long long long one, and when I was a little older, we went to the mountains. That was really fun. I wondered where we were going this time. After a while though, maybe I got a little less excited.
Fortunately, we weren’t on the road too long. My people seemed glad that we got through “L.A.” without any stopping and after we went over some mountains it got really hot and dry. I hoped we weren’t stopping there.
We didn’t. Well, except to get burritos. And just guess who in the car didn’t get a burrito? Anyway, moving on. We went on to a town called Cambria. It was cool and misty, and we had our own house there! Even better, it had a special place for me. Steve kept calling it a window seat for some reason, but I knew it there so I could keep track of everything. Like this one time, these three “deer” walked right into our front yard. I’d never seen them before, but I could tell they were up to no good. I let them have it with the big barks. Just like that, no more deer.
The best part though wasn’t even the cool house, it was the trips we went on. The first morning, we went to a place called Fiscalini Ranch, where I was allowed to go off-leash. There were trails through a forest (I almost never get to see forests), and then it opened out onto this huge grassy meadow that went all the way down to the sea! I ran and ran and ran. And then I ran some more. I flushed all the birds!
It was so great, we even went back there the next day and it was so foggy you couldn’t even see. I mean, I could see, but you probably couldn’t. But that’s okay, because by now, I totally had this place figured out. Steve said I looked liked something called “The Hound of the Baskervilles” in the fog. I don’t know what that meant, but I doubt Baskerville can be more fun than Fiscalini Ranch.
The next day we got in the car (without packing up though) and we drove to what had to be the most awesome dog beach ever. It was super-foggy, but I ran and ran and retrieved the ball out of the water, chased all those annoying seagulls, and made a new friend, Charlie. We chased each other for a long, long time. At some point, these “horses” showed up – and they had PEOPLE on top of them! And man did they smell! (The horses, not the people…) – let’s just say we gave each other a wide berth.
Now, we did those things each morning, and I have to say that I’m not really sure what happened the rest of the day. After we’d get home, I’d get up on my window-seat – watching out for the deer, and that old lady in the big hat (oops, I was told not to bring that up) – and then I’d get sort of sleepy, so I can’t really tell you what they did with the rest of their days.
Apparently, our Cambria trip was such a success that we’re going to go back in January after one of Susan’s “big meetings” so we can “unwind”. Well, I don’t know what unwinding is, but if it includes Fiscalini Ranch, that beach, and my window seat, then I’m all for it.