Sigh. I am *supposed* to be enjoying my mini-vacation at Rocking Horse Ranch right now, but we never made it up yesterday.
It was NOT for lack of trying; Mommy was determined to make our best effort to get there, and we waited until Sunday morning to see what the weather was doing before we decided whether or not to head up. When we got up, it was storming outside, but nothing that out of the ordinary. Daddy decided to take Henry to Grammy Boo & Coach’s (where he’s staying while we’re away), and do some road condition reconnaissance. Mommy agreed to let him make the decision as to whether we would venture out. He came home, having determined that the roads weren’t all that bad.
We left the house at 10:30AM, and made a valiant attempt to travel the 50 miles to our destination. After nearly 6 hours of detours and alternate routes, covering over 100 miles of driving in circles, we finally made it – back home.
Fortunately, I was in a great mood for this ride to nowhere; I was *thrilled* to finally be able to wear my yellow boots and jacket in actual damp weather, and cheerfully announced “waining! Waining out!” every ten minutes. I also thought the water splashed up against the sides of the car by the puddles Mommy was driving through was pretty hysterical.
We will be trying again this morning, if the Thruway is open – wish us luck!
In other news, I had my 2 year visit with Dr. Andy on Friday and he pronounced me “super healthy.” I’m up to 33″ tall, and 24.5 pounds (although that may be cheating a bit; I was wearing my heavy shorts and belt – Mommy did stop short of stuffing my pockets with rocks). Dr. Andy even suggested that I start giving up my whole milk in favor of lower fat options, but Mommy thinks we’ll hold off on that for a little bit.
Aside from our difficulty getting where we wanted to go yesterday, we weren’t hit too hard by Hurricane Irene, although Grammy Boo & Coach, Aunt Angela, and Aunt Deb & Uncle Eric did lose power. I hope all of you out there were as lucky and stayed safe and dry!