We’ve made it to Elko and have been reunited with Harry, at long last. I was so glad to see him, I practically smothered the poor child with my hugs. He seemed pretty happy to see us too, but with that kid it can be hard to tell. He plays his cards close to his vest, that one. He looks so good to me I can’t hardly stand it. Of course, he looks like he grew five inches since last week.
The trip was easy, as usual. We listened to Vince Gill’s “These Days” which, if you don’t know already, contains four seperate albums. We listened to them all, God help us. The dogs fared the trip well. If you can believe it, the puppy did much better than Beetoe, who cried for large portions of the trip despite my threatening to leave her on the side of the road in the desert between Fernley and Lovelock.
Harry has let us know that the puppy will be called Poptart. That is his favorite name of the bunch (and one the Internets also chose so it works I guess). It’s not our favorite, but then, it’s not our dog either. He’s very excited to get to know her, if a little frustrated by her lack of interest in snuggling with him just yet. All in due time, we tell him.
Hopefully we’ll be back on Monday. Weather permitting, of course. The tires are just bad enough on our van at this point that we’re not wild about traveling on them in poor weather. Understandable, I think. Have a good weekend, ya’ll!
