Right at the beginning of Spring Break my Mom needed an extra body. She was trying to fill all the rooms at my aunt’s motel in Cayucos so she and her folk music playing buddies would have the group discount, but she didn’t have enough musicians to do so. I hemmed and hawed as long as possible before finally agreeing to be the eighth wheel. I have a long history with folk music, mostly of avoiding it whenever possible. But this would be a nice start to my Spring Break and it was going to be Marsha’s first time on the beach!
So on the last day of school while I was trying to keep order in the classroom, Mom rounded up my dogs and drove them down to my school. Have I mentioned I have a 40 mile drive to work? Since school was in the direction to the beach, and since I didn’t see the point of driving 40 miles to pick up dogs only to turn around and drive the same 40 miles again, this worked out well. The beasts were good for her in the car and Hershey and Marsha were happy to meet the office staff who came out to see them. Graham, high strung thing that he is, was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
So after that, I loaded them into My car and off we went for sand and sun. Well, sand anyway.
While the weekend DID turn out to be a nice time, the drive over, mostly on two lane roads, in the rain, with insane/impatient local drivers was far from relaxing. Still, even with some pit stops for myself and the dogs we got there in good time and got checked in, a bit frazzled but none the worse for wear.
My aunt’s motel, fittingly called Cayucos Motel, is VERY pet friendly to the point where every pet’s first visit they get a personalized bowl filled with treats and toys. Humans get a nice continental breakfast and the bill. Hershey and Graham had been before, but everyone enjoyed Marsha’s toys, and treats.
I was out back a few mornings ago, setting up a line to air dry my clothes. The San Joaquin Valley’s 90+ degrees, low humidity summer days are perfect for just such an activity. Plus my dryer is on the fritz. While I was doing that I noticed Hershey’s intense interest in something on top of the “neighbor’s” back yard shack*.
Hershey eventually likes to take the indoor toys outside, a fate from which they never return. In this case it’s not so much a banishment as it is a return.
The indoor stick had languished in the toy basket for months with nary a sniff. Then a few weeks ago they got interested in it again. Now apparently it’s of no further indoor use.
(Professional pets in a closed house. Do not attempt.)