10/23 Rain on the Tuckahoe

Today started out as the perfect Sunday. Tony went up to the U.P. to attend Uncle Floyd's wake. I got dog and kid duty.. Tony took Buddy for a walk before he left at 8:30 (or I assume he did, since I didn't open an eye until 10:00 am and the dog didn't bug me). Andrew, being the typical teenager, was still sleeping, so I stuck the last CD from the 'Game of Thrones' (my current book), into my bedside CD player and stayed in bed listening to the rain outside and the finale of a really good book. At noon, I eventually wandered downstairs and on the kitchen counter I found a bottle of flea shampoo, Buddy's personalized towel (graciously made by Janna when he was a puppy), and a note that said 'Found a flea, give the dog a bath, love ya Tony.' Crap!

Stayed in my PJs until 2:00 and decided I might as well get the bath over with, and since I was going to be soaked anyway, I'd follow it up with a shower for myself. I bathed the dog and did not find a single flea (I think I was tricked!).  The wet dog disappeared under the bed, pouting, I put on my Packer jersey, and settled in to watch the Packer game. (We won, yay!). 

After the game, the rain had stopped and I decided to take Buddy out for a walk and put a few miles on my trip across the country. We are still parked in the Tuckahoe State park, walking through the woods and marshes. Along the way, I got passed by a turtle. This was not my fault! When you walk with Buddy, you must stop at every tree, mailbox, fire hydrant, pile of leaves, flower, .... well pretty much anything except grass... so that he can pee on it!

About a mile into the walk, it started to rain again. I actually thought it felt kinda good, and I'm sure that some of my acquaintences, who are not expecially impressed with my charming personality, are surprised I didn't melt. But Buddy was shocked! As I mentioned in an earlier post, this dog hates water!! He dug in his heels, spun around and headed for home, stretching the leash all the way.  He did not stop to pee on one single thing! So, short trek today, only 2.12 miles logged.
I am now 19.85 miles into Maryland, trudging toward the Chesapeake Bay. The dog is banished from my journey for a while. Such a wuss!!