|Gettysburg, here I come!|
Mom was hoping to get some really good photos of me. She was hoping to submit some to the Celebrating Greyhounds calendar. I have never been in it. Jack and Scout both were. I didn't cooperate. I don't like to stand still for photos.
Here are some of the photos that Mom took:
|I am refusing to look at the camera.|
|Here are people on the Segway tour. There's our Jeep in the background.|
|Here is one of the many buses used on the tours.|
|On top of Little Round Top. You could see pretty far from here. Can you imagine seeing soldiers trying to make it up the hill?|
|Which is my better side? This one?|
|Or this one?|
|I am tired of picture taking.|
|Still on top of Little Round Top|
|I am not going to smile.|
|Notice my muscular back-end? I gets lots of compliments on it.|
|Mom's final attempts to get a good photo. This is on top of Cemetery Hill.|
I was anxious to get back in the car after Cemetery Ridge. Could it be because I sensed some of the spirits that they say are here? Maybe I was just tired. I don't remember. It was two days ago.
We went to McDonald's for lunch and I had a cheeseburger minus the bun, onions and pickles. It was good.
It was a nice trip, I guess. There are lots of memorials all over the place. Mom said I couldn't mark them. :::sigh::: I didn't sleep the entire time we were on our trip, so I was happy to get home. I met a few people while I was walking around. They said I was soft and handsome. I already knew that. :::wink:::
The folks visited Gettysburg four times this past year. They probably won't go back unless we go to the Greyhounds In Gettysburg gathering sometime.
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