This weekend my family took another road trip, this time to Jacksonville, Florida for my cousin Jessica’s wedding. When it was time for the wedding at the Cummer Museum, I had to stay behind in my
jail crate. Everyone had fun and ate lots of goodies. All I had was a dumb ol’ chew stick. Mom and Dad didn’t even bring something back for me.
Here are the bride and groom having their first dance.
This is my sister, Melanie and her friend, Tony.
This is Aunt Faye, Aunt Grace, and Uncle George. Grace and George are Mom’s sister and brother. Aunt Grace is also the MOB (mother of bride). Aunt Faye is married to Uncle George. More about Aunt Faye in a minute.
This is Grandma. She likes to fly instead of drive.
This is John. He is the BOB (brother of the bride). The family sometimes calls him Little John because his dad is also named John. Little John is pretty tall and so is regular John, the FOB (father of the bride).
This little girl was a flower girl. She’s not much bigger than me and she was invited to the wedding. I could have been a flower girl.
The next day Aunt Grace invited us to her house for brunch. This time I was lucky. I was the only dog in the house and everyone thought I was cute. Aunt Faye likes dogs but not in her lap so I jumped into her lap every chance I got. People gave me treats and I got stepped on once.
The best part of the weekend was that I got to be in Mom or Dad’s lap all the way to Jacksonville and all the way home.
Friday afternoon my parents and I left on a road trip to Lexington, Kentucky. My sister, Angie, lives there with her husband, Adam, and my nephew, Mister. It took lots of hours to get there but I was comfortable in my car basket. Sometimes Mom let me sit in her lap.
This is me in my basket. That’s my dad driving the car.
When we got there, I finally met Mister. We had to stay on leashes until we got used to each other. There was a lot of sniffing going on. This is our nose sniff. We sniffed other spots, too, but Mom says it’s bad manners to talk about them.
I tried to play with Mister but he didn’t want to play much. Angie says he’s older and likes to play quiet games. When I jumped on his head from the sofa, I got into trouble and had to go to time out. I didn’t stay long because I jumped out. Mom and Dad say I must be part kangaroo.
The best part of Saturday was when Mister’s other grandparents came over and his grandmother brought bacon flavored treats – my favorite!
We sure paid close attention to her. I’m glad she made Mister share with me. She’s my
sucker friend forever.
The worst part was when all the humans went out to eat. Mister and I had to go into our crates in separate rooms. They were gone FOREVER! After lunch, Mister’s other grandparents went to a basketball game. With Wildcats and Tigers, I’ll bet there was a lot of growling and hissing going on.
Everyone else came back home and let Mister and me out of jail. Then Mom and Dad were ready to come back home so Mister could take a nap. Road trips are fun.
Mister’s version of the weekend can be found here.
I was adopted into my new family two days ago. Right away I became an auntie. Good thing I’m learning to live with cats because one nephew is a cat. He lives with my sister, Melanie.
This is Louis, with the French pronunciation, as in Louis XIV. For there to be a family resemblance, the species must be the same. That’s a rule.
My other nephew is a dog named Mister. He lives with my sister, Angie.
Mister looks a lot like me because we are the same species. We even look similar in the face.
The funny thing about my nephews is that both are older than me. Louis is about 16 years old. I don’t know how many that is in cat years but Mom says it’s a lot. Mister is about 7 years old. I’m only two. That’s not much in dog years but I’ve had babies so that makes me sort of more grown up.
I haven’t met Louis or Mister. They live too far away to drop by for lunch. Mom and Dad say we’ll make a road trip to visit both. That’s good because I like to ride in the car.