Mr. N and I had quite a conversation about where he’d sleep while here, so I took him on a tour. The first stop was the hammock in the back yard.While comfy (or so Mom says), I vetoed it. Even with his blankie supporting him, it wasn’t a good place to sleep. Who knows what night critters are around–I know I’d be skeered!
Continuing on, we moved inside. Mr. N likes to cuddle so I had to consider the options. Certainly the kitchen and living room were out. No one slept there. The kitties were in hiding, so they weren’t any help. They don’t even cuddle with me (as if…).
Mr. N checked out the bathroom, but I told him in no uncertain terms he couldn’t sleep in my special spot. So we moved on to the bedroom where Mom and Dad sleep. Mr. N thought this was it! I’ll take it, he said. Your ol’ tub is too hard for me anyway, Sage.
So, that was settled. Mr. N had a good night and so did I!And, yes, I sleep in there every night. For now…
I hear a knock on the door and quickly go answer it. (I love answering the door because it’s always someone I want to greet and sniff.) This time it’s Mr. N and his Mom! With his blanket.
What does this mean? Mom quickly explained that Mr. N was spending the night with us.
Not prepared, I quickly run to find my “How to be a Good Dog-Hostess” book. I didn’t want Mr. N to think I didn’t know proper dog etiquette. After all…..
At first, Mr. N wasn’t too sure why he was being left. I know how he feels–I’ve had bouts of separation anxiety in the past. Hmmmm, what does my book say?
First, I took him aside and assured him we were going to have F..U..N!
Then, off for a walk.After all, there is a whole new world out there for Mr. N to explore and leave his mark! Afterwards a quick romp and a nap did the trick–Mr. N found Dad’s lap very comfy.Sleeping arrangements were the next order of business (it took up a whole chapter in my etiquette book). We had to find just the right spot. That took a little while to figure out, so come back tomorrow and see how that turned out!
We’ll be gone for a few days while Mom & Dad are off visiting the Popstar. But we’ll be back!
When Mom told me we were going to Astoria, I reminded her they traded in fur there. I didn’t want to be part of someone’s hat or coat. What, she said. Silly dog–that was a looooong time ago and your fur is safe. Much relieved, I said: Please pass the fries as we stopped for lunch. Playing tourist, we checked out some sights of modern-day Astoria. Since food was initially on our minds, we visited a fish and chips boat, but it was closed. That didn’t stop Mr. N and I from playing captain on the boat.
Moving on, we continued the nautical theme by hanging out on an anchor. Well, Mr. N did. I held down the chain so we didn’t slip into the Columbia. That’s what furiends are for!
John Jacob Astor built a fort here way back in 1810, but his fur-trading business was a flop and he sold it to the British in 1813.
I personally thought it was a good place to hide in case those fur-traders were still around. I do like my furs….
And, did you know that this movie called The Goonies was filmed here in 1985? I guess Mom never saw the movie, but the house where it was filmed was sure a tourist attraction. Which meant we had to make a stop before leaving town. :)
We enjoyed Astoria and will go back again!