Old Jet is sleeping. He missed the steps after hiking coming into the trailer and did a back flip. I felt so badly for him. His eyesight is not what it used to be. He is coming 11 and Xena , the lab, her eyesight is not what it used to be either. Both can hear a pin drop. Even more necessary for me to trade in my truck in for a van. We ain't getting any younger. Jet can still jump 3 plus feet into my truck on a good day, but I have to lift the 50 something pound lab. I'm not getting any younger either. I'm thinking a used van with just two seats in the front so I can throw a mattress and a couple of crates in the back. Sounds good to me. I really don't need fancy. I like my little 16 foot trailer, but it's truthfully more than I want. I will try to sell it this summer. It"s not gas efficient to pull for long hauls like I do for trialing, but very workable for the right person.
I love our big toy hauler. It fits us and all 5 dogs easily. It is wonderful. I have it half paid for now and that's even more wonderful. :0) I'm hanging on to it. Well, time for me to feed the mutts and take my chair to the beach to watch the sunset. Does it get any better than this?
I'm almost done with my book.....Miles To Go.....I'm really enjoying it.
A cave on the beach
Now this presents a dilemma for Trouble (NOT a water dog)
"I might get my cordura coat wet...UGH"
"I like this better...when Wayne carries me!"