Day 9 – Danville, Missouri

I had a really punk night last night, sick to my tummy, feeling really bad.  I don’t know what caused it, I know that I didn’t sneakily eat anything bad for me on my walk with Geri, ‘cause we didn’t have much of a walk, as it was raining.  Maybe the thunder upset me; I’m not really afraid of it, Don has told me that it’s just one of nature’s spectacular shows, and it will never hurt me.  But you’ve got to remember, at heart, I’m still a dog, and dogs find thunder upsetting.  Anyway, I woke Geri up to let her know that I needed to go out.  She was kind enough to accommodate me, and I ran around in the rain puking and pooping until I was all pooped out.  She lost track of me at one point, and had to call for me; I knew that she was upset and worried, so I immediately ran back to her.  We got back in the coach, and I immediately went to bed to sleep.  I don’t think she was able to do that, so she didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. 

When Don got up, Geri tried to get a little more sleep, and I went to the living room with Don.  He went to the door to look out at the weather, and I thought he was tossing the phony paper out for me to retrieve, so I got up and stood at attention, ready for duty.  He saw what was going on in my head, and got the paper out there for me.  The thunder was still thundering, but I bravely went down the steps, got the paper, and clambered back into the coach.  I got my cookies, which made me feel better.  Don made me a light breakfast, and I felt better yet, good enough to go back to bed. 

Don and Geri got the rig ready to roll around ten, and I got a little pouty about not having my regular morning walk, but it was still raining and it wouldn’t have been a great walk anyway.  I slept all the way through the rest of Kansas, including what Don told me was a highway maze through Kansas City, and the first part of Missouri.  I woke up for a fuel stop we had in western Missouri, and got to witness Geri’s aggravation over the methods that the Pilot Truck Stop used in preparing their receipts.  It got a little ugly, apparently. 

We finally sailed into the Lazy Day RV Park in Danville, which we don’t think is really a town, and found it to be very pleasant.  I was feeling a lot perkier, and Geri took me for a nice walk while Don set up the coach.  Don cooked up some chicken cacciatore, resulting in some tasty plates for me, and we settled in to watch some TV and prepare the blog.  I think it’s an early bed time for all tonight.  Catch you in the manana!  (I know, there should be a tilda in there, but our keyboard doesn’t have one.)