Last week my humans lifted me into my chariot (I have yet to figure out how to jump into my mommy’s car, but then again why should I if I have humans who are so willing to serve me) and we set out on a road trip to . . . I had absolutely no idea where we were going. I didn’t really need to know where we were going because I don’t drive, which is a very good thing because riding in the car makes me very, very sleepy. So I settled down on my $64 bed (as my daddy just loves to call it) and I immediately went to sleep.
It seemed as if I had just barely closed my eyes (Mommy says it had actually been almost three hours since we left home), when my mommy exclaimed, “Look, Miss Lee, we’re in Texas.” I was startled, not as excited as I was apparently supposed to be, and I immediately went back to sleep. The next couple of hours were a big, sleepy blur for me; but in the background I could hear what sounded like huge raindrops pelting my chariot and rumbles of thunder. I also heard my daddy saying something about his back being really, really hot and my mommy saying that she really needed to use the facilities. Complaints, complains, complaints and the car barely moved for a very long time. I picked my head up briefly and saw a giant tow truck doing something with a huge truck . . . or something like that. I’m not sure. I was pretty groggy. It occurred to me that my humans would probably have been a lot happier if they had been napping, too, but I guess someone has to drive and ride shotgun. I sure am glad those responsibilities don’t fall to Little Miss Harper Lee.
And the next thing I knew, I heard my mommy say, “Look, Miss Harper Lee, it’s Houston,” and that’s when I knew where we were headed: We were on our way to see my human grandparents and their dog and my friend Mille (pronounced like Milly) in Sugar Land, Texas. Now I was excited. I had the best time during my visit. Gran, who is a very nice lady, presented me with a new toy, Hedgehog, which I have now almost decapitated because I love him so (I know it’s a strange way to show your love). I enjoyed cocktails on the patio with Grandfather, which apparently is a nightly ritual. I tried to play with Mille, but she spent a lot of time hiding from me; so when I couldn’t find her I just resorted to bringing her toys, one by one, out of her room and into the den. Sometimes that got her attention.
And, because I was technically on vacation and when you’re on vacation you’re supposed to be adventurous and do things that you’d never, ever do at home I had two new experiences. My first adventurous experience while visiting my grandparents was chasing bubbles, an adventure that was inspired by my Twitter friend Honey G. (@honeyg honey). I tried to get Mille involved, but she was a little too stunned, although the bubbles did look magical against her beautiful black coat.
I have to admit that, while the bubbles were initially somewhat interesting and I tracked a few down in the grass and tried to catch a few in the air, I very quickly lost interest. I know it would really excite my humans to see me bouncing around the yard after beautiful, glistening bubbles, but they’re just going to have to think of another form of entertainment because I am finished with bubbles.
My other adventure was a tasty one. My Twitter friend BearBear (@BearBearD) and my blogging piggy friend Bacon recently raved about watermelon. When Gran heard that I would like to try watermelon for the first time, she bought a little tub of pre-cut watermelon just for me. (I later shared a bit with the humans.) My mommy decided that we should try watermelon outside, just in case I didn’t like it and decided to spit it out. Let me just say that not a single spec of watermelon fell from my mouth. I love watermelon, and I am very happy that this is just the beginning of summer, because that means lots and lots and lots and lots of watermelon for me! Happy, happy summer!
My human mommy spent the entire weekend decorating our house for Christmas. My human daddy and I watched–between naps–and by Sunday evening we were simply exhausted from observing all of that activity. We had earned a little grillin’ and chillin’ time on the patio. But first, my daddy had to prepare his Sunday Sazerac.
The Sazerac is the official cocktail of New Orleans. This may come as a shock to you, but I am not especially fond of the Sazerac. You may like it, however, so here’s the recipe my daddy uses. He got this recipe from his father-in-law, who also happens to be my human grandfather and my mommy’s father.
intended for human adult consumption, and if you decide to consume a Sazerac, bear in mind this quote from Ti Adelaide Martin of Commander’s Palace in New Orleans:
“Do have just one, as you won’t be nearly as attractive as you think you are after two.”
Swirl 1 tablespoon of Herbsaint to coat the inside of a glass and throw out (seems like a waste, but you’re just going for the flavor). Add to the glass:
1 jigger of Old Overholt rye whiskey (you can buy more expensive brands, but this one is really good, according to my daddy and my grandfather)
- 2 tablespoons of simple syrup (you can make your own by adding one cup of boiling water to one cup of sugar)
- 6 drops of Peychaud’s bitters
- 3 to 4 drops of Angostura bitters
- ice and a twist of lemon peel
So with the Sazerac made, my daddy and I were ready to do a little grillin’. I am an excellent grilling assistant. When my daddy opens the kitchen cabinet to get his grilling utensils, I run to the patio door, ready to help in any way I can. I keep a close eye on every move my daddy makes.
Sometimes I even get a little sample. Sunday night I had a taste of salmon, and it was delicious.
This is Mille (pronounced “Milly”). Her name is Mille because she is a Millenium Dog. Never heard of that breed? Do you remember Y2K? It was before my time, but people have told me about it. That’s when the calendar went from 1999 to 2000 and everyone thought the lights would go out forever and the ATMs would stop working. (Humans can be very silly.) Well, that was about the time that Mille was delivered to my human grandparents’ door as a retirement gift for my grandfather. SURPRISE! In the last 13 years, Mille has grown on my grandparents. They say she looks a lot like the Blue Dog painted by Louisiana artist George Rodriogue. Look at the photos on the artist’s Facebook page and judge for yourself.
When I was visiting my grandparents last week, I wanted to play with Mille, but she kept hiding from me. When she wasn’t ducking into a closet or escaping into the garage, she was peeking out from behind a plant. Can you imagine any dog hiding from an exceptionally outgoing Golden Retriever?
Perhaps it’s because Mille sees herself as simply too sophisticated for play. She spends a lot of time on her chaise longue–and it is her chaise longue. There she indulges in morning coffee and afternoon cocktails with my grandfather.
As you can see from the bandanna, we’ve made Mille into an LSU Tigers fan. Look at her tongue. She must be licking her chops for our next opponent!
Last week, I went over the river (Mississippi) and through the swamp (Atchafalaya) to visit my human grandparents in Sugar Land, Texas. My sister, Lexi, went to “camp,” which is what we call boarding at the vet. My sister is not quite the excellent traveler that I am, but we think she enjoys camp while we are away. She always comes home tired and hoarse. We suspect that she stays up all night drinking scotch, smoking cigarettes, and talking with all the other “campers.” But back to my road trip.
I had a very good time. I went for walks every day. There were so many new smells, especially at the mailbox poles. In my grandparents’ neighborhood, the mailboxes are at the street, so the poles are visited often and exceptionally intriguing. I had to smell every single one. It made my walks there a little longer but a whole lot more fun.
My grandparents have stairs at their house. I am very cautious on the stairs. I plan my trips carefully, and then I go one step at a time.
They also have a balcony (with an LSU flag, which I recognized immediately!). I enjoy sitting on the balcony and watching the world pass by.
Sniffing mailbox poles, maneuvering on stairs, and watching the world from a balcony can be quite exhausting for a Golden Retriever, so I’m glad my grandparents have a nice bed for naps. The bed actually belongs to their dog, Mille, who I’ll introduce in my next post. Mille is pleased to share.
On Sunday, we loaded the car for our trip home. I miss spending time with my grandparents, sniffing the mailbox poles, going up and down the stairs, watching the world from the balcony, and sleeping in Mille’s bed, but I was very happy to see my yard and my sister again!