This is, of course, Frankie’s first ever RV trip with The Herd and his first trip to the beach. Like everything else he does, he is trying to maximize his fun. We thought we would share some pictures (and end with a story) of his day on Monday.
A drop line is a perfect way for the dogs to be able to hang outside of the RV and enjoy the fresh air. The Herd also gets their meals served to them out on the drop line. As you can probably imagine, people walking around the campground are amused at eight (yes, Ruby and Tartok from The Herd Annex are here as well) Siberian Huskies hanging out in a campsite.
We then loaded up the Jeep (ok, with just The Herd – Ruby and Tartok chose to hang out at the campsite) and drove down to Charleston to see some friends.
For those of you who are newer to the blog, check out this post where Cheoah discovered David’s magic scratching ability as she plopped down in the middle of the tourist district to enjoy a belly rub.
Long time readers, particularly those who follow our adventures on our Facebook Page, know that The Herd often have to wait in the Jeep while the humans stop at some restaurant. Kody and Nia introduced at least a part of The Herd to the special pleasure of a restaurant with a porch for dogs – the Kickin Chicken.
For the record, some members of The Herd stayed in the Jeep which was parked right beside the porch. Something about the humans having only so many hands and actually wanting to eat. How crazy is that? But you probably ask how certain dogs were chosen to go on the porch. Let’s just say certain dogs are noisy when left in the Jeep, so they were selected for the sake of quiet. See, it pays to be a delinquent.
Once lunch was done, what is left to do but nap on the porch?
The last adventure for Frankie comes without pictures. Some of our Facebook friends suggested we asked for the store security film, but we did not think of that. If it exists, someone has probably loaded it on YouTube.
As we mentioned in the beginning, Frankie has decided this would be a good week to blow coat. For those of you not familiar with Siberian Huskies, blowing coat is an explosion of hair like you have never seen. Now couple that with living in an RV for a week, and the humans seem to want to manage the coat blowing. Since they were not expecting this event during the trip, they are not equipped with all of the tools needed. Thus, a quick stop was made at a pet supply store, which happened to be a Petco in Charleston.
Going back to the loud dogs when left in the Jeep, guess who got to go inside Petco? We browsed the store and made our selections (a new brush and some Bitter Apple – another minor issue – a new pup is learning where not to chew).
Well, we had made our selection and were waiting to check out. Rather than stand in the cash register line where Frankie might get into trouble playing with other dogs, the hu-dad picked an out of the way place to wait while the purchases were made. How the hu-dad never saw the parakeet display is a mystery that still is not explainable, but let’s be clear that Frankie saw the parakeets right away. So an unsuspecting hu-dad was standing while holding a slack leash – and not watching Frankie. Do we really need to explain what happened next?
Frankie launches himself at the closest parakeet. All the hu-dad hears is the “WHACK” sound of a Siberian head connecting with the display case at full warp speed. All the parakeet sees is a Siberian face inches away smashed against the display window. All Frankie knows is he almost had that bird, but some invisible force field stopped him when he was so close. The hu-dad turns to see birds flying madly inside their aviary and a frustrated Siberian Husky preparing for the second assault. Customers – and a store manager – who were watching the whole event, are holding their sides and laughing hysterically.
The hu-dad decides that now is a really good time to leave the store.