It’s so tempting to travel during the summer months, especially when you live in the desert…
One of the first escapes my husband and I made was to the California central coast, where we visited my son and his family. We had a great time, especially since we were able to see our grandkids—two little girls who are five and nine years old. We also had a chance to play with Honey, the family dog, who especially loves country living. And what dog wouldn’t, especially when her old digs had been a fenced-in yard in the urban community where the family used to live?
Honey loves having an acre-size yard in which she can run and roam and play. Of course, that meant she had to get used to new animals, like the neighbor’s horses.
After a wonderful visit, my husband and I woke at the crack of dawn so we could get on the road for the drive home. We were just packing the car, when Honey had her very first encounter with a critter she’d never seen before…
Protective and loyal, Honey decided to run the fluffy little varmint off the property. So she took off after the critter. But when “Fluffy” stopped and lifted its tail, Honey kept running. And… Well, I’m sure you get the picture. It wasn’t pretty. And the smell?
Honey cried and howled. Frothing at the mouth, she ran straight for the house.
One of the girls came to the door to see what the commotion was all about. And Honey took that opportunity to run inside and hide—in my son and daughter-in-laws’ bed and under the covers. Needless to say, things went from bad to worse in a very short period of time!
So what’s your worst vacation story?
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