He isn''t as furry and lovable as we are, and he doesn't give kisses or licks or sniffs -- but he doesn't steal my toys or treats either, like someone I know does -- so I guess he's OK.Jake
Completely oblivious.
7 hours ago
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Before We Report on the Grand Finale of Our Trip...
Here are a few up close and personal photos of the Christmas/anniversary camel, now that he has joined his fellows at home.
He isn''t as furry and lovable as we are, and he doesn't give kisses or licks or sniffs -- but he doesn't steal my toys or treats either, like someone I know does -- so I guess he's OK.
He isn''t as furry and lovable as we are, and he doesn't give kisses or licks or sniffs -- but he doesn't steal my toys or treats either, like someone I know does -- so I guess he's OK.Jake and Just Harry's Most Excellent Christmas Road Trip: Days Twelve through Fifteen - the Grand Finale
After Christmas, we just kind of hung around for two more days with the folks. The highlight for us dogs, however, was raking leaves with Dogdad. We don't usually have any leaves in our place -- except for those that arrived with tons of other debris after Hurricane Wilma -- so this was a real treat. JH especially had a ball. He thought the rake was like the broom that he tries to bite at home -- so he and Dogdad had a good tussle. Mom was inside, so we have no photos. And we think Dogdad didn't really want her to know what we were up to lest she worry about our getting dirty. Hmmm. Rain, cold -- that's OK. But dirty? Good heavens.
But then, on Day Twelve, we were off: destination Whippet Land.
To get there, we had to go over several beautiful bridges and cross two major rivers. The first was a bridge over the Mississippi River.
And suddenly we were in Illinois and crossing another bridge over the Ohio River.
I spotted barges on the river, and knew Mom would get all excited seeing them. 
On the way to Whippet Land, we passed through the Historic Downtown of Cairo. Hmm. Egypt? Nope, Illinois. Mom was disappointed not to see any camels, but oh well, she has enough already.
And then we were in Kentucky. Dogdad had made arrangements with a college friend -- another one -- who was returning to St. Louis from a trip to Jacksonville to meet in Paducah around noon. And we actually timed our meeting perfectly.
While Dogdad and Mom schmoozed with their friends, Just Harry and I got to know their dog, Pepper. Their friends foster dogs in St. Louis, and Pepper is one of their fosters -- but they've grown so fond of him, he may have found his forever home.
Of course JH had to let everyone know we had arrived. 
Before heading over to see the whippets, we freshened up in our hotel room -- this time a Drury Inn, which also is pet friendly and was very comfortable.
Paducah is a lovely port city on the Ohio. According to the whippets' servants, it is still a very active port. We drove down to see the river, and found a series of beautiful murals depicting the history of the town.
And then, drumroll please, we headed over to meet those celebrated "breedists," the whippet waggle. The sun was just setting, and the whippets' servant asked for a few moments to put them up so they would not be too appalled by the sudden arrival of two hairy dogs. (We strongly recommend that you visit the whippets' blog to read their interpretation of events.)
Yes, there was a loud uproar from the hounds. And yes, we were warmly welcomed by the servants. Words cannot describe what a good feeling it was to be in the real presence of such good virtual friends. As in Mayemphis, we felt right at home, with hugs all around. (Thank you DWB!!!)
Although the whippets' servant was concerned about face-to-face encounters, we did get to have a face-to-face (and an attempted more intimate moment) with Very Old Dog and, briefly with Swede William (who received Teka's message from JH). They are such beautiful , elegant creatures -- we had to forgive their breedism. 
You see that red gate? Well I thought it would be interesting to explore what was behind it -- and before the humans knew it, I had done a low crawl under the gate into the whippet room. Unfortunately, my exploration was derailed before I could say hello to each whippet, thanks to a LOUD uproar from the inhabitants. Soon another gate was propped up in front of the red gate, and my explorations were over.
That didn't seem to bother the humans, as they enjoyed good conversation, a tour of the male servant's art studio and gallery (spectacular!!!), and a luscious pasta dinner. And oh yes, since it was Mom and Dogdad's eighth wedding anniversary (thus the camel), they brought a bottle of chanpagne to celebrate with the servants. The time flew by, and as in Mayemphis, it was sad to leave. But Mom gave Very Old Dog a few kisses, hugged our kind hosts, and off we went with promises of another visit.
On Day Fourteen, as we passed through Georgia, we found the temps growing warmer and suddenly, the world was green again. And we saw lots of cotton fields. We had hoped to stop by Plains, Georgia, Jimmy Carter's home -- but we missed the turn and had to settle for cotton instead of peanuts.
When we saw the Welcome to Florida sign, we had mixed feelings. We were on home turf, -- back in Gator Land -- but that meant our most excellent road trip was nearing the end. Still, Mom and Dogdad had one more surprise for us -- a stay at the beautiful bed and breakfast in Gainesville, where I had actually stayed before -- in August 2004. It's called The Magnolia Plantation and is run by a friendly couple who love animals. They have a beautiful rough collie named Lacie, whom I had met on my previous visit.
In addition to the main house, a restored mansion, which was beautifully decorated for the holidays, they have cottages; we stayed in one of them, Beth's cottage, which which was nice and private.
Before we left for dinner, we had some wine and cheese on the main porch.
Gainesville is a college town -- and very friendly to animals. As I did the last time I was there, we were able to eat outside on the patio of an excellent Italian restaurant, Amelia's. Linguine with white clam sauce, lobster ravioli, cannoli, wine...
After such a delicious dinner and a walk back to the inn, we all slept very well -- but then Day Fifteen dawned and, after a yummy breakfast outside, we were heading for home and the end of our great road trip.
This photo of JH in the car on the way home says it all. Except to find an answer to the question we had asked in early December: Are our folks certifiably insane? What do you all think????
But then, on Day Twelve, we were off: destination Whippet Land.
To get there, we had to go over several beautiful bridges and cross two major rivers. The first was a bridge over the Mississippi River.
And suddenly we were in Illinois and crossing another bridge over the Ohio River. I spotted barges on the river, and knew Mom would get all excited seeing them. 
On the way to Whippet Land, we passed through the Historic Downtown of Cairo. Hmm. Egypt? Nope, Illinois. Mom was disappointed not to see any camels, but oh well, she has enough already. 
And then we were in Kentucky. Dogdad had made arrangements with a college friend -- another one -- who was returning to St. Louis from a trip to Jacksonville to meet in Paducah around noon. And we actually timed our meeting perfectly.While Dogdad and Mom schmoozed with their friends, Just Harry and I got to know their dog, Pepper. Their friends foster dogs in St. Louis, and Pepper is one of their fosters -- but they've grown so fond of him, he may have found his forever home.Of course JH had to let everyone know we had arrived. Before heading over to see the whippets, we freshened up in our hotel room -- this time a Drury Inn, which also is pet friendly and was very comfortable.Paducah is a lovely port city on the Ohio. According to the whippets' servants, it is still a very active port. We drove down to see the river, and found a series of beautiful murals depicting the history of the town.And then, drumroll please, we headed over to meet those celebrated "breedists," the whippet waggle. The sun was just setting, and the whippets' servant asked for a few moments to put them up so they would not be too appalled by the sudden arrival of two hairy dogs. (We strongly recommend that you visit the whippets' blog to read their interpretation of events.) Yes, there was a loud uproar from the hounds. And yes, we were warmly welcomed by the servants. Words cannot describe what a good feeling it was to be in the real presence of such good virtual friends. As in Mayemphis, we felt right at home, with hugs all around. (Thank you DWB!!!) Although the whippets' servant was concerned about face-to-face encounters, we did get to have a face-to-face (and an attempted more intimate moment) with Very Old Dog and, briefly with Swede William (who received Teka's message from JH). They are such beautiful , elegant creatures -- we had to forgive their breedism. 
You see that red gate? Well I thought it would be interesting to explore what was behind it -- and before the humans knew it, I had done a low crawl under the gate into the whippet room. Unfortunately, my exploration was derailed before I could say hello to each whippet, thanks to a LOUD uproar from the inhabitants. Soon another gate was propped up in front of the red gate, and my explorations were over.That didn't seem to bother the humans, as they enjoyed good conversation, a tour of the male servant's art studio and gallery (spectacular!!!), and a luscious pasta dinner. And oh yes, since it was Mom and Dogdad's eighth wedding anniversary (thus the camel), they brought a bottle of chanpagne to celebrate with the servants. The time flew by, and as in Mayemphis, it was sad to leave. But Mom gave Very Old Dog a few kisses, hugged our kind hosts, and off we went with promises of another visit.Day Thirteen? Next stop? Who knew? We were in Paris -- Paris, Tennessee -- a surprise Dogdad had planned for Mom, knowing how much she loved the real city.
We had a few moments as "urban dogs" -- thinking of our urbanista pal, Asta, as we strolled through the main square of the city.
While Mom looked for souvenirs in this Paris on the Square shop, we sat on a bench outside with Dogdad. And once again, passersby told us how "pretty" we were. We may have to get signs that say, hey folks, we're boys. We're not pretty!!!
Then Dogdad told Mom to close her eyes as he had a real surprise for her. Imagine how shocked she was to see -- the Eiffel Tower!!! It was apparently built by engineering students as a school project and donated to the logical place -- Paris. It's a bit out of the center city, in a park, so we're not sure how many people visit it. But it was a kick for Mom.
Then off we were again to continue our journey homeward. One more night at a hotel -- this time a Hampton Inn -- in Alabama and one more Sonic.
We had a few moments as "urban dogs" -- thinking of our urbanista pal, Asta, as we strolled through the main square of the city. While Mom looked for souvenirs in this Paris on the Square shop, we sat on a bench outside with Dogdad. And once again, passersby told us how "pretty" we were. We may have to get signs that say, hey folks, we're boys. We're not pretty!!!
Then Dogdad told Mom to close her eyes as he had a real surprise for her. Imagine how shocked she was to see -- the Eiffel Tower!!! It was apparently built by engineering students as a school project and donated to the logical place -- Paris. It's a bit out of the center city, in a park, so we're not sure how many people visit it. But it was a kick for Mom. Then off we were again to continue our journey homeward. One more night at a hotel -- this time a Hampton Inn -- in Alabama and one more Sonic. On Day Fourteen, as we passed through Georgia, we found the temps growing warmer and suddenly, the world was green again. And we saw lots of cotton fields. We had hoped to stop by Plains, Georgia, Jimmy Carter's home -- but we missed the turn and had to settle for cotton instead of peanuts. When we saw the Welcome to Florida sign, we had mixed feelings. We were on home turf, -- back in Gator Land -- but that meant our most excellent road trip was nearing the end. Still, Mom and Dogdad had one more surprise for us -- a stay at the beautiful bed and breakfast in Gainesville, where I had actually stayed before -- in August 2004. It's called The Magnolia Plantation and is run by a friendly couple who love animals. They have a beautiful rough collie named Lacie, whom I had met on my previous visit. In addition to the main house, a restored mansion, which was beautifully decorated for the holidays, they have cottages; we stayed in one of them, Beth's cottage, which which was nice and private. Before we left for dinner, we had some wine and cheese on the main porch. Gainesville is a college town -- and very friendly to animals. As I did the last time I was there, we were able to eat outside on the patio of an excellent Italian restaurant, Amelia's. Linguine with white clam sauce, lobster ravioli, cannoli, wine...
After such a delicious dinner and a walk back to the inn, we all slept very well -- but then Day Fifteen dawned and, after a yummy breakfast outside, we were heading for home and the end of our great road trip.
This photo of JH in the car on the way home says it all. Except to find an answer to the question we had asked in early December: Are our folks certifiably insane? What do you all think????
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