Every night, the folks in my neighborhood get out and walk their dogs. The other night, we all met up in McCauley Park. I got to see my buddies Lancaster and Etta, and I met some new friends, too.
Sorry the picture is so blurry, but I was so happy, I was wagging my tail at lightning speed. This doggy happy hour is almost as exciting as a basset hound party.
For the past several weeks, I have had a few extra visitors around the house. Some big, some small and some missing a tail after I got through with him (sorry about that). Anyway, the geckos have come to visit - more specifically, the Mediterranean geckos. I let my mom know when I see one and she scoops them up and takes them back outside.
This one was just a wee baby. My mom doesn't mind them because they eat insects and spiders. But she would prefer not to see them in the bathroom in the middle of the night.
As I noted in my last post, my ma and pa told me I was going on an adventure. And what an adventure it was! We headed out Friday morning around 10 a.m. and started driving north. I was wedged in between suitcases, an espresso machine and a bunch of wine bottles, but it was all good. I had my bed, my squirrel and my deer antler.
We took a brief detour in Greenville, South Carolina, and toured the campus of Furman University. Pa said that's where Ma got educated. Here's a photo of us in front of the big fountain by the main gate:
After we tooled around the campus and I christened the million-dollar manicured lawns, we drove across town to the Pita House, one of my ma's favorite places to eat in college, for a late lunch. I even got a taste of some pita bread baked just that morning.
We continued on our way and meandered up towards Asheville and then west towards Waynesville. Our little creekside cabin, Sit 'N Whittle, was the perfect place to relax and unwind:
There were all kinds of new smells for me to explore. On Saturday, we headed out again to drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway to Asheville. The Blue Ridge Parkway is a National Parkway that runs a total of 469 miles, mostly along the Blue Ridge mountain chain. We stopped at the highest point - 6,053 feet - and enjoyed temps in the high 50s. Quite a change from Swampy Savannah!
All that sightseeing and driving got us hungry, so we went to Weaverville, the town north of Asheville where my Ma and Pa got hitched. It was a lovely breezy day, and we sat outside on the front porch of Blue Mountain Pizza and enjoyed live bluegrass music, libations and delicious pie.
I got to monitor the street festival from this perch:
On Sunday, Ma and Pa told me I was going to have a party with some new friends, Cam and Nico. I wasn't too sure of them at first, but I warmed up quickly and we celebrated our nation's Independence Day over pork and lamb burgers, sausages, grilled zucchini, baked beans, watermelon and ice cream. I had to settle for kibble. Again.
The weekend came and went too quickly, but Ma and Pa said I get to go back in October. Until then, I'll be dreaming of long walks on mountain roads.
This one was just a wee baby. My mom doesn't mind them because they eat insects and spiders. But she would prefer not to see them in the bathroom in the middle of the night.
After we tooled around the campus and I christened the million-dollar manicured lawns, we drove across town to the Pita House, one of my ma's favorite places to eat in college, for a late lunch. I even got a taste of some pita bread baked just that morning.
There were all kinds of new smells for me to explore. On Saturday, we headed out again to drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway to Asheville. The Blue Ridge Parkway is a National Parkway that runs a total of 469 miles, mostly along the Blue Ridge mountain chain. We stopped at the highest point - 6,053 feet - and enjoyed temps in the high 50s. Quite a change from Swampy Savannah!
All that sightseeing and driving got us hungry, so we went to Weaverville, the town north of Asheville where my Ma and Pa got hitched. It was a lovely breezy day, and we sat outside on the front porch of Blue Mountain Pizza and enjoyed live bluegrass music, libations and delicious pie.
I got to monitor the street festival from this perch:
On Sunday, Ma and Pa told me I was going to have a party with some new friends, Cam and Nico. I wasn't too sure of them at first, but I warmed up quickly and we celebrated our nation's Independence Day over pork and lamb burgers, sausages, grilled zucchini, baked beans, watermelon and ice cream. I had to settle for kibble. Again.
