We all love to go camping in the RV
Hanging out with the humans in the campsite
Getting to hike on new trails
And, of course, getting to hang out with our cousins at The Herd Annex.
But let’s be clear
We really LOVE getting back to our own yard
There is no place like home
We had a terrific weekend RVing at Big Ridge State Park even though weather was not always cooperative. After some good rains overnight Saturday, we took advantage of a break in the weather to take a good Sunday morning walk. Then, the Herd hung out on the picket line while the humans were getting things ready in the RV.
With everything loaded, The Herd took one last bathroom break and loaded up for the ride home. Imagine the humans’ surprise when they went to bring Cheoah in and saw this (feel free to click on the picture to enlarge to get the full effect):
I have done everything I can to make the ride home fun.
Sigh.
Hey, hu-dad, I have an idea. Let’s load up the RV and take off for a long weekend!
Then we get the official Cheesewhiz RV Face!
Kiska has a terrific idea for the weekend, so we are loading up the RV and taking off to Big Ridge State Park near Knoxville, Tennessee. Besides, someone has a birthday tomorrow and we will be celebrating that. We promise pictures from our adventures!
Yesterday, was the first weekend day in a couple of weeks that was dry enough to go hiking, so we hit the trails. Do you think Cheoah was happy with that? Don’t forget that Cheoah is the Cherokee word for Otter. That might explain a few things.
Good thing it isn’t raining, or I might get wet.
Because rain water is totally different than river water.
Besides, you humans were the ones who named me “Otter.”
Dog Logic. Keep up.
Frankie is laying quietly in the den floor.
On the couch, a certain young troublemaker is waking up
Typhoon appears to be plotting his next move
Ah-ha! I know what I will do!
Why, there is my big brother being all peaceful and good.
Puppy pounce in 3 – 2 – 1 . . .
Cheoah can’t bear to watch.
Rainy days create lots of fun. Like when hu-dad, in his ever stylish sleepy pants, sat down in the floor to give Cheoah a little attention. The “hu-dad in the floor alarm” was sounded and Cheoah was no longer alone. The ending result was a puppy pile.
Really, this is love.
Once again, we have a cold, rainy weekend. The high all day was 43F, the fog was thick, and we had a drizzly rain. So what is the best way to spend such a day?
Napping on top of the hu-dad in front of the fireplace.
P.S. – No we can not explain the furry blanket that hu-dad is under, but it is comfortable.
Cheoah, are you a little nervous that Frankie might be stalking you?
What if Typhoon joins the game? Any fear?
All your brothers want to do is show you how much they care.
Really, this is love
Siberian Husky Sibling Love, but its love
Look at how sweet it is that Cheoah is mentoring Typhoon on hole digging.
Just patiently digging and teaching. Digging and teaching. Deeper and deeper.
Though that is going to cause a problem when hu-dad has to mow the dog lot with the tractor.
Ok, Cheoah, that is enough mentoring. You can stop now.
The life of the hu-dad. Always being ignored.
One of the great pleasures of spring is finding a really muddy spot in the yard.
And, of course, mud means you can get it all in your furs.
Frankie is doing a complete inspection of his muddy sister, Cheoah.
Inspection over, notice that Frankie moves back to his crate just in case dinner might be served early. The boy is an eternal optimist.
Cheoah sure looks pleased with her games of the day
And this happy close-up is a great chance to see that Cheoah has two parti-eyes. The left eye is half and half, and the right eye has just a dot of blue.