I do. And it’s a fucking long ass drive!
Even longer when you have a dog on your lap the entire time. And even longer still when you drive past those cattle farms. And well, even longer than longer still when you can’t turn on the AC in the car, and you have a dog in your lap, and you’re afraid that you’re going to run out of gas in the middle of nowhere, crossing over some mountain range.
But I’m not complaining. Honest. The time with the hubby was great. The pupster was on his best behavior. And thanks to having the little guy along for the ride, I was assured plenty of potty breaks. Yay! Overall, a great first half of a road trip. Tomorrow we’ll actually get to stop and take pictures if the mood strikes us. The wild flowers and poppies were in the glory all over the hills. All those yellows, oranges and purples mixed in with the green…such a pretty sight.
I did learn that the little guy does NOT like the smell of cattle farms. Poor thing actually turned to smell his butt thinking he had an accident or something. He was mortified and then tried to jump into the backseat to escape the stench. Now, if you’ve even been unlucky enough to pass by some cattle farms, you know that there is NO escaping the stench.
He wasn’t a huge fan of the garlic farms either. He should just be happy that it wasn’t freshly tilled garlic. Then again, there’s always tomorrow since we plan to drive down the 101 to head home…right straight through Gilroy, home of the Garlic Festival. Maybe I can talk the hubs into at least tasting some garlic ice cream.
So the hubs is off hanging with all the other Bruuuuuce fans. I haven’t received any texts (then again, he’s live tweeting for his website), so he must be having a great show. And of course, I enjoyed my bubble bath. Luxury is a hot, hot bubble bath (in a tub you don’t have to clean), while drinking a skinny caramel macchiato and listening to the iPod (I won’t ruin this luxorious image by telling you what I was actually listening to – LOL). Heavenly, I tell ya.
So now the pupster is hiding under the bed (still). He’s afraid that I’ll be picking him up and taking him into the bathroom for a bath. Goes to show you how often I take baths at our place…the dog automatically associates filling a tub with his getting a bath. Poor thing. I’m sure he’ll be fine by the time the hubs gets back.
On that note, I think it’s time to veg out in front of the TV. We get movie channels in this here high quality hotel Or there’s always Jon & Kate Plus 8.