Waking up in a house rather than a motel was like heaven. There is no comparison. Below are a few pictures of the house and garden. Arteaga is a place that I would like to visit again. If I am ever in that part of the woods again I would most definitely. I had promised …
Wake up time. Leash time. And wouldn’t you know it, they do serve breakfast. Guess it’s the proverbial left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing. Coffee and a doughnut and stashed some fruit. Problem is I never eat when I first wake up and after years it really is hard to force …
All through this road trip I was amazed with Seven. He was so good. So calm. As though he knew this was it for now. Motels and highways. I know he wanted to run like mad and burn off some of that energy but as long as he was with me, he was content. Well, …
Woke up and so wish I could go back to sleep for another few hours. First things first, take Seven out for a pee. This is really quite hard because since he came home with me all I have had to do is open the front door and off he goes. This wake up, get dressed, …
Each night including the night before I left I would write down the directions to our next stop. I wish I had kept all of those notes. It was a wonder I could actually follow them the next day with confidence. I don’t have the luxury of GPS in my car and I do not …
Up early and waiting for the free breakfast. Might as well take advantage as a 7 hour drive ahead except for pee stops for Seven. Leaving Coldwater and headed towards St. Louis, Missouri. One does not see much of the country while on the highway and I did not stop to take any pictures. Should …
The day finally arrived. The day to head out. The day to leave what I called home for 18 years. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I had to look forward not back. One last look of the road, Mill Road, Holt, East Gwillimbury. Seven and I will miss you. The night before I hardly slept. …
Saying good-bye is always hard. But I feel it is never good-bye, more like hasta pronto – see you soon. The word(s) good-bye are far too final. Saying good-bye was really difficult. That was what it was like for Seven and I, difficult. For me it was saying good-bye to a place I called home …
Animals know, all animals know when something is different to their routine, especially if one is connected to you like Seven is with me. I was not only moving from my home of 18 years but I was discarding the majority of what I had collected for the past 68 years. I reduced it all …
Seven is totally different in many ways from any other Border Collie that has shared their life with me. Yes he is a typical BC that needs a purpose, whether it is to herd sheep or any animal that shares their space. Before our big move (more about that later) his job was to ensure …