We’re doing some traveling this weekend. Yesterday Mr. Taleteller had the day off to get the van loaded and do his packing while I was at work. He drove me to work so he could pick me up and we could head off right away. When he picked me up, he assured me that this was going to be a wonderful trip because everything that could go wrong already had. I thought this was a pretty good guarantee and I asked him what had happened.
The dogs were well aware last night that something was going on. When I brought the suitcase up and began putting my clothes for the weekend inside, Bunny instantly remembered our beach vacation from last October. The real excitement broke out when I got the pink duffel bag out and began filling it with their things for the trip.
So, when Mr. Taleteller began loading the suitcase and other things we needed into the van, full-fledged trip anticipation broke out. The Greyhounds have all traveled with us before. Morgan has gone on day trips, but never anything where we slept away from home. Pray for us. Anyway, the loading of the suitcases had Bunny and Blueberry dancing with excitement. Lilac was NOT happy about this development. When he went out to put the suitcase in the van, she pooped in the floor. He cleaned the mess up, then went upstairs to the attic to get something we needed. He came back downstairs to find that she had pooped again. I’m sure that this time when he cleaned it up, some grumbling and idle threats happened. He then disappeared into the bathroom to take care of his own business and emerged to find that she had pooped in the floor yet again. According to his estimates, he spent four hours cleaning up poop. I have a feeling his estimate is a little high, but I sympathize and understand his frustration.
Anyway, it seems that the old lady ran out of gifts to leave him and things were progressing back at a normal pace. He was pacing himself because he knew what time he needed to leave to come and get me from work. Morgan was loaded into her crate in the van and he returned back inside to get the Greyhounds. Blueberry had an attack of excitement that involved her leaping in the air and landing on Lilac’s foot. This resulted in a broken toenail for the little old lady, which had blood gushing onto the carpet. Mr. Taleteller took care of her, got the girls loaded in the van and then cleaned the blood off the floor.
When I got in the van, Lilac poked her nose up and proceeded to tell me all about how heinously she’d been treated by him and how much she really does not like riding in the car. Mr. Taleteller grumbled something about how the trip was guaranteed to be spectacular now that everything that could go wrong had. I have to hand it to him, he takes great care of us, and he’s a good sport about traveling and helping me out with the blog when I need it. So, today I offer my nomination for his sainthood. I know his sisters are out there laughing somewhere as they read this. The fact that all four dogs survived to get into the van is proof that he really is a great guy! So, for all the times he’s told me that I should write the blog about how great he is, this one is for him.