Our camping trip was aromatically zestful and fun in the sunshine, until it rained and turned colder than an ex-lover’s black heart.
We’ll get to camping after telling you about traveling…
The trip up to Michigan was the first long ride for our 8 year-old Jack Russell terrier, Ginger, who’s new to the family.
We got her at an animal rescue adoption event put on at PetSmart earlier this year. I’ll have to tell you the whole story sometime…
Anyway, Ginger took to traveling like a duck to water. Just snoozed on her seat (laying on her favorite blanket which was made by Treasa’s sweet and missed, Grandmother Memmie). She wouldn’t eat or drink while we were on the road, smart that.
And, she was the perfect little lady at the motel we stopped at in La Grange, Kentucky. La Grange is also home of the largest prison in Kentucky, and was the finishing school of choice for some people I grew up with.
But that’s another story.
All that good behavior was soon forgotten however, during our overnight at my sister Hope’s place in Washington Township, MI.
Hope also has a dog. And, a cat. And, well, another cat…
Ginger enjoys chasing cats.
But, she doesn’t really like catching them. In fact, she’s positively terrified of the damn things. When a chased cat stops on her, she’s pretty much dumb-founded with what to do next. You can almost see her try to come up with some face-saving way to get outta the whole cat experience.
Unfortunately, Hope’s townhouse isn’t the best layout for the gentle sport of cat chasing. And, Ginger ended up getting her face slapped a couple of times when she couldn’t stop fast enough.
Oh, the shame, of cat bitch slappin…
If only being shown up by two dumb old cats were enough. But, no, Ginger had to beat up on the dog of the house. Not a big brawl, though. Mainly growling and a wrestling pin down with a smaller Ginger on top.
Thankfully, no harm done.
And thankfully, Hope thought Ginger was merely stopping another dog from getting next to me. That theory has merit. Like most Jack Russell’s she is very selfish of her
master’s slave’s undivided attention.
Yet, I knew it wasn’t so…
Jack Russell’s are plain out ornery. They carry a grudge. They thirst for revenge. They have long memories. No slight is forgotten or forgiven.
And, Ginger is all Jack Russell.
Ginger had two mysterious cats embarrass her for no fault other than being a real honest-to-goodness d-o-g! And, that ain’t gettin’ it.
And, if she can’t get back at those slimy, dirty-dealing, back-stabbing cats, she sure as hell can take her revenge on some sissy dog who has no problem living with two damn cats!
After two Jack Russell’s, trust me. That is how Jack Russell’s think…
All in all, we had a very pleasant visit with Hope and our nephew Keith, and niece Susan, despite Ginger’s antics…
Stay tuned for more about Road Trippin’ With The Thorpes!
Ideas for me, your aging related story, or comments are very damn welcome.