It looks like love!
My sweet, third dog whom I had to leave behind in Georgia?
My dear friend, who took Janie in to live with her and her husband, their cats, and their dog Romeo, sent me a message and this photo from her iphone.
Janie and Romeo are great. We have our routine and she is so smart. I hate to say it, but Romeo is all looks and little brain. She can boss him around and he doesn’t even know it:)
It looks like Romeo is putting some kisses on Janie’s forehead. I love the way she is cuddled up next to him!
The Perfect Tow Vehicle is perfect once more.
The temperature is just right for cleaning the PTV. She’s gone through a lot lately and has accumulated dirt, bugs, and splatters. I take her and the crew down to the dump station area. There’s a shade tree and handy water spigot there. I wash her down really well, scrubbing off the bugs, and drying her with a towel. How she sparkles! I notice that the Casita hasn’t been hit with bugs. I’m hoping that’s because they all meet their fate on the hood of the PTV. Less work for me!
More tasks popped up.
I’m staying here a bit longer to get everything wrapped up. I need to talk to the Verizon people some more and I want to hear what the Desertgate people have to say. I also need to call Georgia Power Company. I should check to see if I owe for the last few days of electric at my former house. I don’t want them to send a posse after me!
I’m researching places to camp during the winter months.
A lot of good advice is available at casitaforum.com and fiberglassrv.com. I’m also looking into having a Wave3 propane heater installed soon. There’s room to put one between the shower door and the range-surround, and maybe it could be hooked into the range propane line. I don’t know about that kind of stuff, so I’ll find someone who does.
Spike and I have relationship problems today.
He wanted my attention and scraped his paw across my laptop, ripping off two of the keys. I replaced them, but, gee, I told him once before to back off. He knew I was mad at him. Then on one of our walks, Spike wanted to visit a dog with a bunch of people at a group shelter and I wouldn’t let him. Our presence was making the other dog bark. Spike refused to move. I had to pick him up and carry him back to the Casita. I don’t know if this embarassed him or what, but he wouldn’t look at me. Instead he sat down next to the door with his back to me. I had to apologize and bring him back beside me on the bed. He really was miffed.
Oh well, that’s what happens when you spend a lot of time together!