Fergus' Southern Sojourn

Last weekend I took Fergus on his first big trip. We headed out to the airport at 7am and arrived in Atlanta at noon. He was a great traveler. I brought the baby benadryl just in case but he didn't need it. Although he got a little antsy at the end. He will def need it for the Texas trip at the end of the month!

Mom and Dad's house was like a whole different world with a puppy. Not only was I on the constant crawl to find him in the house since it is entirely carpeted so it looks like one giant wee wee pad, but we explored parts of the yard I had never darkened.

Every morning we would wake up around 8am and pad outside into the sunlight where Fergus would spring to like and chase the squirrels, dogs and frolic in the leaf piles.

He got along great with Dudley, the new Basset Hound mom and dad rescued. They had a blast and would race around for hours. Thank God since Buford is too old and ornery and Chloe is just too fat.

Friday morning mom and I woke at 5am for the royal wedding. I am so glad we did. Yes, you saw clips for the next five days but to watch it uninterrupted was glorious. That afternoon we wearily drove to Roswell to meet up with Cator and Susan Angel who grew up next door to mom and Cator in Buckhead. She found me on Facebook and wanted to meet up. It was lovely meeting her sister and sister-in-law for lunch and looking at old pictures.

When I got home dad and I cleaned the boat. I brought Fergus down to the dock and all was well until I couldn't find him and saw him paddling in the lake! I Florence Nightengaled into the water and rescued him. He has officially had his Southern baptism. That evening we went to the club and I was so tired that I got way too drunk (thanks Jerry for the white wine!) and don't really remember coming home and passing out at 10:30.

Saturday was fun filled with Laura, Sam, Mary, Kathy, Drew and Genene coming up for a day on the boat. That morning there was a Chicken Festival in Gainesville so Laura, Sam and Mary came up early for that. We pigged out on all sorts of chicken and our friend Don Dukes had his own booth- The Dukes of Oil. He also had his own redneck stemware which I am obsessed with!

Mom packed a huge lunch for the afternoon and we tooled around the lake and beached at Sunset cove so Mary could play with some other kids while we drank, ate and caught up. Good times.

That evening I went to the rare and wonderful Applebees for dinner with Gay. It's actually refreshing to go to a chain every once in a while and DAMN those mozzarella sticks are good.

Sunday we just hung out at the house and spent most of the day in the yard with the dawgs before heading back to the airport.

Thanks mom and dad for another lovely and lulling weekend in the South.