Day 9, Naples, FL, Clue #1

Today was pretty much a boring day except that Scout and I were attached by a mockingbird.  Yep, that is right, we were attacked.  We were walking around sniffing a bush when suddenly Scout jumped straight up into the air.  She obtained pretty good height for a big-boned girl.  The next thing I knew, a bird rolled into me ATTACKED ME.  We got out there because they were screaming at us from the trees.  I think they were telling the whole neighborhood about us.  Later in the day, we were walking and Scout did her new thing which is lay down when she is tired of walking.  As soon as she laid down, the ground shook and Scoutie once again was off the ground.  The shaking of the ground was just the fountain in the lake coming on.  It was really loud and we were right next to us.  Daddy laughed really hard at Scout.

Three motor homes left today and three more moved in.  Would you believe that as empty as this place is that they moved a motor home in right next to us?  We think that is very rude.

We mainly just stayed inside today and I held up the chair for a while.  It's pretty easy to do.  I did it in my sleep.

The folks meals have gone downhill today.  We plan to tell you more about meal preparation in our motor home as well as provide photos later this week.  Mama said we need to clean up the place before we take photos.

The Menu Today For The Folks

Breakfast:  Daddy- Pop-Tarts, Mama- granola bar
Lunch:  Tuna Salad Sandwiches made by Mama and potato chips
Dinner: Mama had China Buffet - Chicken and Cashews, egg roll, pork fried rice and fried won tons.  She wanted Cashew Chicken.  She has not been able to find it.  The chef told her it was the same thing, but it's not.  Cashew Chicken does not have celery and water chestnuts.  It was good, but not what she wanted.  There is not a menu online.  Daddy is at his conference, so not sure what he is eating.

Are you ready for the first clue as to where Daddy will be working next?

The state we are going to is NOT on our collar.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Wishes There Were Squirrels Here