Summer vacation

Not going to lie, it's been a road trip of a lifetime.  As you may have heard, Bella and I have relocated to an apartment until our new house is built.as such, we decided that Mom and Dad needed to take us on vacation so we could get out of that small space.

Packed up we were and north we went. First stop, grandpa Bob and Grandma Cheryl's.  They may as well live on Mars because we drove forever into the night to get there.  What a place! Huge yard, pond, pedal boat, and horses to bark at!  We made some new friends, Maddie and Charlie, who live there. They bark more than I do, it's just exhausting. Bella and I ran all over, especially greeting everyone at the cookout. I did narrowly escape getting run over but Daddy chased me on the golf cart and saved my life.  After that I had to wear the damn leash. Sucks.

We drove to Mommy's family's lake house next.  It was a monsoon! I was nearly washed away.  Jessica came to visit us, and I sat on the kitchen table as much as I could but Jessica was in cahoots with Mommy and made me get down. 

On a wild hair, we drove south to celebrate the 4th in our nation's capital.  Happy birthday America, let's drive some more.   Daddy felt we should learn about our nation's history. Only the best for us, we stayed right downtown in a hotel that brought me my own bed and special dog bowls.  Lovely place. Bella and I took long walks, learned about history of our country. When Mommy and Daddy headed out, Bella would snore on the feather comforter, and I would stand watch, bark collar on, ensuring safety.  We all went to see where the President lives in a big house.  Not sure how I am liking his policies, so I pooed right on his driveway.  Bennie goes to Washington is my name.  We also saw a street band at the metro!  There were tubas, trombones and saxophones playing music.  Bella tried to join the Band while Mommy and I danced together and let some children pet me.

As we exited the hotel to get into our chariot, there were two dogs in kennels that looked like jot dogs. Bella wanted to eat them, and I was hopeful for a snack. They must be bad dogs if they have to drive in a kennel.  I sit on Mommy's lap.  

Long drive home, lots of traffic and foul language from Daddy. He about killed us at one point. Bella rolled across the backseat and I was nearly flattened like a pancake. Taking my life in my hands sharing a seat with her royal highness. She keeps trying to sit in the front sEat but there just isn't room.  Almost home now. Doing my best to help DAddy drive but he is so 'independent' he insists he has it. Ready to get back to my little pad and bark at the neighbors.