Roo being Roo. It's no wonder that with all the sands of all the rivers and lakes and streams between North Carolina and California in her fur that she'd get a little scratchy.
The little Kahoo is tired, too. We left Asheville on March 23, drove to Santa Monica, spent ten or eleven days packing the contents of a filthy hangar, drove back to Asheville, and today loaded all that stuff into storage. I suppose it would be exhausting for anyone, but I'm always surprised when I get this tired. It has been hard on Rooki, too.
Every. Single. Room. In all of Asheville, and within a 60-mile radius was sold out when we arrived yesterday. We had a room reserved, but when we went to it, someone else was lying on the bed working on a 12-pack, his little three-year-old watching TV. The man kept apologizing, which was odd. I did, too, which wasn't. The next room had been torn to shreds by meth heads and the repairs were never completed. You might have seen the picture on facebook.
Roo and I started driving around. It took five hours and 70 miles before we finally found a place in Spartanburg, South Carolina.
Tonight we're back in Asheville. This has been quite the exertion. Asheville to Santa Monica, packing and moving, then driving back to Asheville. More to follow, but for now suffice it to say that we're both beat. Roo got two hours of hiking and swimming in, nonetheless.
The picture of Rooki was taken just now. That bed, by the way? A replacement I had to stop at a Petco in Arizona to buy after forgetting hers at a motel in Victorville, California four days ago.
We stopped at Roo's favorite rest area, at Coney Fork River in Tennessee. It was the only time, possibly ever, that I forgot to bring a camera with me. And of course that was went Roo met this beautiful eight-month-old Golden Retriever puppy named Tilly. They ran and chased and swam together in the river. It was Tilly's first time swimming. This picture of the two of them was taken back at the parking lot.
This happened today when driving on Interstate 40. Completely unplanned and unexpected. I expected this wayfarer to be on another stretch of road, and had just been thinking about how odd it was of me to be so worried about barreling through as to blow past him on his route eastwards when….
As you can see, the fabric on my right thigh is worn through. This is caused by Roo applying her claws anytime she feels like letting me know she's just woken up or has something on her mind.
At exactly the moment we came up on a green exit sign for Devil Dog Road, the Kahoo sank her claws in. Naturally she would want to stop here. As far as she's concerned, the least she can do to thank everyone who named the road after her is to stop and do someone the honor of chasing them.
It's the first time in two weeks Roo has run free.
Click on the picture and The Devil Dog will appear.