Rigby and Pete, out of their urban elements.

Rigby "helping".

This past weekend was Rigby and Pete's first adventure to Mom and Mike's new farm in southern Indiana.  I mentioned the bout with motion sickness she had last attempt...and while she at least waited until she was out of the car this trip to barf up her entire dinner, it wasn't completely without folly.  Michael had read online that if you give a puppy something sweet prior to a trip it will help with the sickness.  I suppose it sort of worked.  Pete never wanting to be given the short end of the gummy worm...had to have one too.  Well, apparently gummy worms aren't on his Zagat's Doggie Guide to Food because he made a huge mess in Michael's back seat.  This poor Acura...it's been through so much in the month he's had it.  At least leather cleans up nicely :)

Once we got there all was well in the world again and we snuck in some fishing, the dogs got to run off leash, and we dined on seafood I brought back from Washington.  It was a beautiful spring day and we got to enjoy some fun in the sun.  The house is shaping up and most boxes are unpacked after just a week.  I suppose when you're retired you can do those sorts of things.  Rigby did try to jump off the dock a few times, but was quickly caught and detained with a leash.  Pete's new nickname is "Dora the Explorer" because he has this new sense of automony I haven't seen before.  He even jumped in the pond!  After we returned home the dogs were absolutely exhausted.  I'm sure they will have plenty more farm adventures this coming summer.  

We are just gearing up for our Vegas trip next week, and hoping to win big!  Yeah, right.  At least I can ring in 30 in style.  Ugh, 30.  Anyway, I have 4 good days left in my 20s...going to make the best of them!