Erring on the side of caution, we’re staying on in Pocatello one more night. The forecast puts temperatures on the road above 90° pretty much until we get to the Bay Area, so I’m trying to get little black dog rehydrated and expelling solids. Also, I was up every two hours last night changing puppy pads, so, honestly, we’re both looking a little worse for wear.
On tap for today: sleep, laundry, pool lounging, soaking pieces of pizza crust in poochie electrolytes and anti-squirt meds. Then the final push to California. If all goes well, two more days! I’ll arrive in my new home just in time to celebrate ma birthday, yo.
Name's Kirsten. I'm a splitter of hairs, a hillbilly, a rock horns devotee, an ellipses-lovin' fool, and queen of the conceptual jinx. I'm also a geek and the grateful human of littleblackdog. I do this and that and some of the other … up to and including writing this here blog.