She Has Returned!

Grammie has finally returned. As some of you already know she went to Louisiana to visit Peanut. Peanut's girl was required by order of the King to be back in that state by August 8th so she could return to school. Grammie came home on a Monday morning from work with Julia. We of course were very glad to see Julia as she has stayed with us in the past and it is always a GRAND time.

We noticed that Peanut's girl was headed for the motorized Pappy mobile. We were able to watch her from the front door. Grammie and Pappy got inside also and they motored away down the street. That was the last we saw of any of them for about 1.5 weeks. We did hear Grammie's voice coming out of the wall once. We think it was from the wall, but it could have been from that gadget that they put to their ears at times.

The rest of the story is to be believed or not as Grammie is telling it to me. She states that they went many miles across Oregon, Washington, Idaho and into Montana the first night. I don't know where any of those places are, but am planning on printing out a map so that I can see where they went. According to the story they were going to a place called Mt. Rushmore. She says that they didn't get there until the second day. This is a place where someone has carved 4 very huge hooman heads into rock. It would probably have looked better had it been 4 pups, but it is what it is. She says it is like the Grand Canyon, you don't know how special it is until you actually see it.

Grammie says, that they hit the Black Hills of South Dakota on the first day of Sturgis Bike Week. There were motorcycles of all kinds everywhere. This was a treat for Grammie and Pappy who like to ride. She says that the baby boomers were everywhere and the noise was almost as loud as Dawson and I barking.

The whole trip was 5400 miles and Pappy is sleeping right now from all that driving. More to come on a later post. She even has pictures of Peanut and Flash enjoying their treats. She did not forget us as she came home today with Wally-Melon. What more could we ask?