Today we started out from Seattle headed to the Spokane area. My dad and grandfather picked up the RV early and brought it back for loading. It took a couple of hours to get all of the supplies into places.
My mom may show up on an episode of the A&E Show "Hoarders". She packed 22 disposable cameras, 17 outfits for Pepper (including doggie clothes hangers) and a big calculator. A calculator? What are we going to do with a calculator? Tax returns for strangers to pay for gas?
Let me tell you about Pepper... Instead of taking a cheap shot at my sister, I have decided to just state the facts and let you judge her.
It was simply the worst day of her life. Pepper has lived a pampered existence her entire 4 years. She has flown first class at least 8 times, stayed in swank hotels, lived in nice places and eaten the finest of hand cooked dog cuisine. So...picture 5th Avenue Pepper entering her new "home". Her first steps into the RV were a sensory assault. Scent. Sight. Touch. You name it. She immediately started hyperventilating and nearly suffocated herself. It was a scene.
Once my mom got her calmed down we decided to get moving down the road. Now, for those of you who have not sat in a moving RV (at least the one my cheap butt dad rented), it is loud, creaky and you can hear all sorts of rattles. This symphony of sound reduced my sister down to a trembling ball of fur. She jumped to the floor and hid herself under the passenger seat in the cab. She did come out a couple of times to check to see if she was just dreaming it all up. Once satisfied that her private hell had not disappeared and she was in fact in a moving van with windows, she went back under the seat for the remainder of the day.
No stops yesterday other than food and fuel. Today is the first "tourist day".
I am hopeful that the AT3 Dog Stroller stays in the RV.
Mr. W
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