Happenings Around The Campground

TREATS

I am happy to report that we are getting treats from the "treat man" almost every day.  If we take a walk between 8:30 am and 9 am, we are pretty likely to get a treat.  We were running late this morning and I thought we were going to miss out.  We saw him giving treats to some other dogs but he left before we reached him.  Scout was wanting to run to catch him. BOL!  Yep, the treat man really motives Scout to take walks. 

Mama says we are getting spoiled because if we see a golf cart, we think we should get a treat.  I am embarrassed to say that we have tried to get treats from people who don't have them.  There are three golf carts with treats and two of them have the good ones. Scout still refuses to take plain biscuits.  I don't want to make the treat man feel bad, so I take Scout's.  BOL!

One time, I was busy watching a squirrel and the treat man stopped and handed Scout a treat.  Mama told him not to bother with mine.  He got out of his cart and put the treat in my mouth and told me to make believe I was crunchy that squirrel.  Mama says she wishes she had her camera because I was concentrating on the squirrel and crunching a treat at the same time.  I love the treat man.

VISITORS

We have a big group of Canadian visitors staying here. They speak French, so I can't understand them.  However, this morning they were standing in a group talking while we walked by and one of them said "Wee Wee".  I know what that means, so I went wee.  BOL!

THROW BACK THURSDAY

We thought we would start posting an older photo of us on Thursdays.

Me in Feb 2013 showing my displeasure over the "No Pets Allowed" sign.

 

Scout modeling a hat Mama knitted in Feb 2013.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Thinks All Campgrounds Should Hand Out Treats

A Strange Weekend

Mama is almost always with us.  This past weekend, she took a motorcycle class which meant that it was just Dad at home with us. It was the first time that we have had him all to ourselves for that long - two full days.  It was different having Dad with us, but it was fun.  We had a nice relaxing weekend of sleeping, watching movies, sitting outside and more sleeping.  He didn't run the vacuum or the washing machine which made us very happy.

Mama learned when we were in Houston that she had to take a motorcycle class to receive her motorcycle license for Buddy.  (Buddy is her scooter.)  She really didn't want to take the class.  She waited until we moved here because there was a class that was only a few miles from home. The one in Houston was an hour away and she would have to be driving in rush hour traffic.  It also meant that we would be left home alone for 12-13 hours and she refused to do it.  There is a scooter only class offered here, but it was also about an hour away. The folks drove to the location the week before and Mama decided she would take the regular motorcycle class instead.  It is a good thing she did because the weather on Sunday turned icy and she would have had a very long drive home.

Buddy

Saturday was the first day of class.  Mama was the only girl and definitely older than all the boys.  There were five "boys".  They all rode motorcycles and Mama rode a scooter.  The first part of the class on Saturday was in the classroom and the second part was on a course.  The weather on Saturday was about 80.  Mama got overheated at one point due to all the gear. (helmet, long sleeves, gloves and boots) She drank two bottles of water and was fine.  The second day of the class, they started out on the course because bad weather was predicted and the instructor wanted to get them inside as soon as possible.  It was very cold and all their hands were freezing even with their gloves.  They ended the class with ice on their helmets and coats.  BOL! 

Mama said the class was fun and she learned a lot. She would have enjoyed it more if she wasn't so worried about passing.  She said if she failed, she was selling Buddy.   She learned to weave, stop fast, do a figure 8 (which was her worst thing) and to swerve and stop.  I am sure she learned other things, but those are what she talked about the most.  Her favorite was the stopping fast and the swerving and then stopping.

The boys had the most trouble with learning the clutch.  Mama and the youngest guy were the only ones who didn't drop their bikes.  One guy locked up his front brake and crashed pretty hard.  Another guy dropped his bike during the exam and that was an automatic fail for him.

Mama had to pass a course test and also a written test and SHE DID!  She was so happy when she came home.

Yesterday, Mama took a cab to the license office to take her written test for her license.  She was there for three hours.  She said there were 76 people in line ahead of her.  She passed!  She now has a motorcycle license which means she can ride any scooter or motorcycle.  She is still confused by the state's website concerning scooters  which said if you bought a smaller scooter you didn't have to take a driving test.  Well, it turns out you have to take the class no matter what and once you do that, all you have to do is take the written exam.  (The instructor told her she shouldn't have been required to take the class.  He said it depends on what license office you visit.)  It is very confusing, but she is legal now, more confident, and is ready to ride again!

SAD NEWS

Miss Woe, the resident greyhound here, has died.  She was 12.  Our thoughts are with her folks and her foster sister, Marie.  The campground is not the same without her.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is Sad For Miss Woe's Folks But Happy She Is No Longer In Pain

How Much Can A Squirrel Put In Its' Mouth?

Mama noticed that our new garden flag had holes in it a few weeks ago.  She couldn't believe it since it was almost brand new.  She couldn't figure out how it had happened.  Dad and I figured it out.
 

We were sitting outside and this squirrel climbed on top of the flag holder.  He then proceeded to put almost the entire flag in his mouth and then he climbed down and was hanging by the flag that was in his mouth.  Can you believe that?  Dad tried to get a picture but the squirrel got startled and left.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Thinks Squirrels Are Nuts!

Scout Is Not Always Beautiful

People are always telling Scout that she is BEAUTIFUL.  I think they should see her the way I do.  BOL!  She is actually sleeping here.

Joey,
The Greyhound Whose Sister Can Look Pretty Scary At Times

Almost Wordless Wednesday - 2/26/14

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is Having One Of Those Days

Greyhounds Rule Here!

There are now four greyhounds here!  Miss Woe brought home a foster sister, Marie, last week. The first time I saw Marie, I really embarrassed Mama.  It was before 7 a.m. (quiet hours here) and I let out a howl and couldn't wait to get to her.  HUBBA HUBBA!

Marie is a white and brindle greyhound.  She has a brindle patch over her eye just like me and her ears are like mine too.  She has a brindle patch on her back and her butt.  She is eight.  (An older woman.) She just had her last litter of pups and she is ready to find a forever home.

I have seen her almost every day since she arrived.  I no longer race to get to her or howl, but we always exchange pleasantries. She likes to kiss me.  We share a love of squirrel watching. Scout is not as taken with her as I am.  I think Scout is a little jealous of this cougar.  BOL!

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Kissed A Girl  Cougar And Liked It

Our Three Day Weekend

Dad had a three day weekend.  He decided to take off last Friday instead of President's Day.  The RV show was in town and the folks wanted to go on Friday because it would be less crowded.  They started the day off by having breakfast at Cracker Barrel.  Mama said the bacon was delicious.  There was a sign that said it is being sold in supermarkets, so Mama is hoping to buy us some.

This was Mama's breakfast.  It had two eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, hash brown casserole

and fried apples, grits, biscuits and gravy.  YUM!

Dad had pecan pancakes and bacon.

The RV show was better than the one in Houston, but not as good as the one in St. Louis.  They only had a few vendors.  Mama likes shopping for things for the RV and they just didn't have that.

Mama liked this fifth wheel because it has a deck that comes out the side.  I could sit out there safely. It also has the deck out the back. No, we are not buying it.

After the RV show, they ate lunch at In & Out Burger.

They went to a Chinese buffet for dinner.  Are you noticing a trend?  BOL!  Mama's birthday was on Sunday, so they ate out all weekend.

Saturday was an exciting day.  We got inspected!  Okay, we didn't get inspected, but the motor home and Jeep did. (State vehicle inspection that we have to do once a year.)  It was a big event because we had to pack up like we were actually going somewhere.  We only had to drive four miles to the inspection state.  Scout and I got a lot of attention from the employees and just people driving by.  Scout and I just stood in the parking lot and watched the action.  There was one of the big "man" balloons outside a store.  It had really long legs and arms. Scout was a little nervous about it, but it didn't hurt her.  The inspection didn't take long.  We then came back home and set everything up again.

We had Raising Cane's for lunch.  It is a chicken place.  The folks had Mexican for dinner.  It was okay.


Mama got mail on Saturday and she was upset to see that she had a summons to be a juror.  It said she needed to be there today.  YIKES!  She worried about it all weekend. She called this morning and told them she was not in the area and that she was a full-time RVer. They excused her.  She had heard it wouldn't be a problem, but she still worried about it.

Yesterday was Mama's birthday and our one year anniversary of buying this motor home.   The folks thought they would be home with us, but they needed to find boots and gloves for Mama's scooter class that she is taking next weekend.  They also needed to check out the location and drove all over since the first location was too far away.  She is going to be gone all day on Saturday and Sunday.  We are a little nervous about that, but Mama said she will leave notes for Dad on how to care for us. BOL!

Last night, the folks ate at Mama's favorite restaurant, Saltgrass Steak House.

 

We know the steak was good because we had some.  YUM! 

The weekend flew by and we can't believe it was three days long.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is Always Tired On Mondays