Friday, July 13, 2007
This Is Jackalope Country
After leaving the Super 8 Motel we drove to Douglas, WY, which claims to have a special relationship to a creature known as the jackalope. This is some kind of a dog with long ears and antlers. They had statues in Douglas dedicated to this jackalope. Why? Do they worship them? Do they fear them?
We drove to Denver to visit my friend Steve Read. I stayed in his sweet downtown loft while he and T & T went out gallivanting. It’s all for the best, it’s safer indoors. We’re in strange new territory now. This is jackalope country.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
It Makes Me Proud to Be an American
We drove through Montana today – Big Sky Country. Lots of wide open spaces, you can see for miles and miles. In Oakland I could only see across the street. A dog could really get some thinking done out here.
In the afternoon we drove through Yellowstone National Park. I really like it there -- the smells are incredible. I saw some elk or deer or something, and Old Faithful, whatever that is. I hear it’s a national treasure so they keep it really nice there. It makes me proud to be an American.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Road is a Cruel Master
I had such a good time in Seattle, it was sad to leave. I really liked it there. But the road calls. We visited Tim at work, said our goodbyes, and got on I-90 heading east. The rest of the day was spent driving. I slept the whole way because I was beat.
We rolled into Missoula, Montana at around midnight. We stopped for gas and I was waiting in the car. Tonya went inside, then Trevor went in after pumping the gas, and he locked up the car with me inside, along with the car keys. I saw it all happen. So I’m stuck in the car for an hour and a half while they wait for the AAA guy. Humiliating.
I’m tired, I’m confused, and I haven’t taken a decent deuce in days. The road is a cruel master.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I Dreamed I was Flying Through Space With Jimi Hendrix
Got up this morning and Tim made bacon. He poured some of the bacon grease on my regular food - DELICIOUS! Have you tried this? I highly recommend it.
Tim’s girlfriend Allison works at this place called Greenwood Space Travel Supply Co. They have a whole store where they sell things you might need if you’re going into space. While we were there I was certified for space travel, I got a card and everything. So it looks like I’ll be going into space, which is going to totally kick ass.
In the afternoon we drove to the Greenwood Memorial Park in Renton, WA, the final resting place of the great Jimi Hendrix. I paid my respects. Then we went out for pulled pork sandwiches.
After going back to the house for a power nap we visited Tim’s art studio. He’s doing some nice things up there. Later on we went to this bar called Shorty’s Coney Island that is all done up with clowns and pinball machines. I met a wise old wild-haired poodle there named Scooter, and a big dog who was pretty cool, didn’t catch his name though.
Later in the evening we visited our friends Todd and Darby, and Mookie, the excitable dog. They’re married, but I guess Darby is going to school in Seattle while Todd is going to Germany to teach, so they’ll be apart for a while. Must be hard. I’ve known them forever, and I’ve known their dog Mookie since he was a pup. We were the same size then, now he’s twice my size, and he loves getting all up in my grill. I was really tired and had no patience for his antics, so I got up on Trevor’s lap and went to sleep. I dreamed I was flying through space with Jimi Hendrix.
Monday, July 9, 2007
All in All, It Was an Awesome Day
We left Portland this morning a little late because Tonya and Trevor were driving around looking for something, I don't know what, don't care. I was happy to finally get out of there.
We drove 3 hours to Seattle, and I was surprised to learn that we would be staying with one of my very favorite people, Mr. Tim Miller. I love that guy! His lovely girlfriend Allison came over and we all went to Pike's Place Market. I think this is a major attraction in Seattle, probably because of all the great smells in there. Fish everywhere.
Then we went and ran around in the grass, then we drove around, then we went to a coffee shop that had a bowl of water for dogs. Classy! Then we ran around in the grass some more. Finally this trip is getting interesting.
We went back to Tim’s place for a BBQ (the chicken was exquisite) and we watched some 16mm educational films in the back yard. All in all, it was an awesome day.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Oregon Is Pretty Lame, Except for the Food
So yesterday we drove all day and ended up at the Valley of the Rogue State Park in Oregon. We set up camp there and things were going pretty well, Trevor started a fire and cooked us up some delicious sausages.
Then the guy in the site next to us came over with his big dog. Now, I don't have anything against big dogs per se -- I have friends who are big dogs -- but there was something about this one that wasn't right, you could just tell. And the guy with the dog was nuts. He went on and on with all of these crazy stories. Tonya got totally freaked out and thought he was gonna kill us in our sleep. Thankfully we made it through the night and got the hell out of there in the morning, after some delicious bacon and eggs.
The rest of the day was spent driving through Oregon. Talk about boring! I slept most of the way, and when I woke up to see what was doing on I wished I hadn't.
We stopped in Portland and stayed in a Motel 6 -- dog-friendly, my kind of people. I had to wait in the car while T & T went roller skating at the Oaks Amusement Park Skating Rink, which was kind of a drag. They came out telling me about how awesome it was and how they had a guy playing a big Wurlitzer organ, and I'm like "Great guys, must be nice." But then we had a pleasant dinner outside and I enjoyed some excellent pork loin.
So, in summary, Oregon is pretty lame, except for the food.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
I Need Some Answers
What a week I've had. First, Trevor and Tonya move all of our stuff out of the house, and that sucked -- they took everything, including the furniture, and we had to sleep on the floor.
But then the next day we went to a party and all of my friends were there and everybody was saying nice things and there was chicken and it was just awesome.
Then the next day Tonya takes me to that quack doctor who gives me a shot of godknowswhat, and after that she takes me home and shaves off my hair. WTF?
Now it's Saturday and they've loaded all this crap into the car and they tell me we're leaving, hitting the road. What the hell does that mean?
We saw some good friends this morning, and I don't know what was up but everybody seemed kind of sad. What is going on? I need some answers.
