Henrietta: The Dish

Finally relaxing

 

 I don't have much to say today. We finally arrived. The new place doesn't smell like home or look like home. The only things I recognize are my Mom and Nicholas and my blanket. I am going to just burrow in, give Mom the evil eye and try to figure out what's going on. 

More later, probably once I wake up, eat, and see if I can make Mom tell me what is going on with the new digs.

Are we there yet?

I may have mentioned this in the past, but Henrietta is really, really good with the "stare." I sometimes spend precious minutes trying to determine what this or that particular stare might mean. Sometimes it's a stare for food, or outs, or needing to be petted, but when we are driving in the car, I can only imagine that the "stare" meant, "Are we there yet?"

I tried petting her, offering her water, a snack, fluffing her blankets -- all to no avail. It was the stare and I was starting to get mighty uncomfortable. After close to 100 miles of it, I had to ask Nicholas to pull into the next rest stop if for no other reason than to give me a break from the guilt of being unable to figure out what this tiny diva wanted.

After a half an hour of her dashing around, drinking, eating and leaving her mark in nature she was happy to hop back into the vehicle, slip back into her seatbelt harness and continue the trek toward our destination.

Arizona here we come.

Cross country, day two

We're sleeping where?!?!

Yes, this is Henrietta again. Apparently Mom is too busy back seat driving to be posting, but get this. We are going to sleep in a car in a parking lot of a truck stop! No way! Truly, Mom is a much of a Diva as I am so I imagine if she can deal with it, I can too but who would have ever thought we'd be sleeping in a parking lot. (once I get to the story of where we spent the next night, though I will never doubt the wisdom of the car over the  hotel we stayed in!)

So, yes, there we were, outside of St. Louis "snuggled" into the two front seats. My blanket was appropriated by Nicholas to wrap up in so I have been trying to get comfy hopping back and forth between the seats digging my way under the blankets. The sounds of the 18-wheelers idling in the parking lot next to us is actually rather soothing.

More soon!

Cross country-ing Diva

Henrietta: So there I was , minding my own business (not an easy thing for me to do as, truly it is all about me, but anyway, I digress) and I see Mom tossing clothes into a suitcase, and more clothes into a laundry basket. I figured, she was going away BUT then I see her tossing my stuff into another bag -- food dish, bag of treats, blanket, toys. What's going on?!?!

Conversation was scarce but at least Mom did give me pats, pick me up and hug me. I felt good knowing that if my stuff was being packed that meant I probably was invited on the trip. Then I noticed that Nicholas was packing stuff too. Hhhmmm the plot thickens.

After some tears by Mom and hugs from Nicholas, I was walked around the yard then the three of us piled into Mom's car. She'd put a puffy blanket between the seats so I wasn't sitting on the shifter. I didn't know it then but we were on a four day odyssey to Arizona!

For now, I am going to whine a bit, stare out the window, scratch Nicholas and shove my head under Mom's hand and wonder what's going on.