Cashmere's log - Day 22

Home feels really far away. But I am discovering new things. For example we stayed at a campground in a place called "flagler" that was right on the beach at a and it was soooo windy that the camper rocked and creaked and flapped all night. I could barely get my 14 hours of sleep in with all the racket and rocking and then realized I was in the midst of a history lesson... this is what it was like for the early settler's dogs traveling across the country in a stagecoach! Then I guess Mom didn't appreciate the stagecoach as much as I did, even though it was her idea to spend $10 more a night to be able to see the ocean from the camper vs being across the street where the view was less but so was the wind. So we packed up and left and this time I had only a faint glimmer of hope that this time we were going home. But instead we ended up in a nice spot in st augustine in a lovely park with lots of trees and space to roam and no wind. A disturbing lack of wind given the temperature of 82.6 and I am not sure what "humidity" is but I would rate it at about 116.7%. My paws are sweaty. And the water here tastes like a plastic hose. And there are lots of "critters" waiting to eat my food and based on the signs throughout the camp this somehow causes them to die. I don't understand the logic just the bottom line.

So I am getting used to being a "hippie" dog and going with the flow and just to prove it the other night I went and laid in the brush vs the rug or neatsheet they insist on laying out for me (when will they learn I don't want to be neat!). I starting dreaming and heard a noise in the backyard and immediately imagined it was my chaise lounge running away from me so I growled and chased it as fast as I could. Well Dad nearly wet his pants thinking that I was protecting us as he had just told Mom that was why was "hiding" waiting to attack. Mom said I was sitting there because I was "pouting" so I am glad Dad thinks he is right for once.

Dad is working on his "patience" this trip and from the looks of it Mom is working on "outgrowing" all her clothes so she can get bigger ones. In order to make Dad think that is not true she has taken up running and refuses to take me with her... but I could outrun her any day! Maybe after my 9th nap and when my paws stop sweating I will prove it.