rvsue and her canine crew

Thanksgiving with Chuck and Geri was fun, of course.

I am not shy about eating.  If someone puts good food in front of me, I’m not going to pick around and pretend to be dainty.  I’m going to EAT!  It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a real Thanksgiving with turkey and all the trimmings.  I’m thankful I could spend it with these good friends.

“I can’t help it. I love turkey!”

Geri treats their three dogs and my two by setting out individual plates of turkey with some gravy.

Oh, how the crew enjoys that!

Later I catch Spike lying on the couch, snuggled up to Geri, with his chin resting on her arm.  He ignores me.

What the heck? 

I devote every single day, year in and year out, to making sure his every wish is fulfilled.

Gee, Spike, that’s the thanks I get?

Last night’s rain and the cold wind means no long walk for Bridget and Spike.  “The Canine Law of Walks” kicks in:  As the length of walks shorten, the number of walks must increase.  We’re in-and-out the door all day.

Uh-oh.  My, how time flies.

“Hmmm, I think I’ll build a pigpen out back of the Casita.”

George, the camp host here at Elephant Butte State Park, knocks on my door this morning.  He’s a nice guy, but he has a job to do.

He informs me we have run past the 21-day limit allowed at New Mexico State Parks.

George says kindly, “You can stay through the weekend.”

The 21-day limit may seem silly in a campground that’s mostly empty.

However, I understand the fear that campers will start raising chickens or hoist a transmission up a tree, or something.

Sunday we’ll break camp.

We won’t go far, probably to Caballo Lake or Percha Dam State Parks, as both are less than 20 miles from here.  That way I can drive the PTV back to Elephant Butte for Chip to install the solar panel whenever he gives the word.

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