On the Road Again!! (by Daisy and Nadya)

Hi! Daisy here (with some key boarding and translation assistance by Nadya!)

I was soooo worried when the Cozy Den was taken away from us last Saturday and it disappeared from the drive-way of this lady Tanya. I didn’t know what to do. The Cozy Den was gone, and it is now my second home! I have spent my days looking at the birds at Tanya’s house. Mom says they're parakeets. They are so colorful. And they make weird noises. They are very small. They hop around on little bars instead of flying. They have wings. Why don’t they just use them? Anyway, we have been stuck at the cool house and it is very fun to walk around and see new places and smell new things. I spend my nights on the basement of Tanya’s house with the rest of my pack. But not Sveta. She sleeps up-stairs in the boys’ rooms and I wish I could sleep with her too. Nadya, mom, dad, and I sleep in the basement altogether on a row, each in our own space. I think it is cool how we all sleep together and I like it. Except for Sveta. She still slept with the boys. I guess they just needed some company while they slept. It is very cozy in the basement. First dad, then me, then mom, then Nadya. Daddy pets me while he goes to sleep. I am very pampered. I get chicken in my diner! Mom and Dad buy me toys like they have every dollar in the world to spend on me! Off topic. Mommy and Daddy took the Cozy Den in to the repair shop and got it fixed. It must have been a big problem, because it took 2 days to fix it! To you, that is only 2 days. But to a dog, that is like eternity!!!!!!!!!! I wanted the Cozy den back as soon as possible so I did stuff to pass the time.

Woof for now (and thanks Nayda for typing up my blog entry!)
Daisy

Patience....

...is a virtue learned by experience and practice when you actually have to demonstrate it. And, it seems that the lesson of Patience is to be learned in Springfield Missouri. It is Saturday evening, June 28 and we arrived here in Springfield today at around 9:30 AM after our stay last night in Branson, MO.

It's about a 40 mile drive between Branson and Springfield. At about mile 7 or so on our route, Bob indicated that he was pretty sure that he had not driven in worse rain. It was pounding, pouring, pummeling...and blowing...just as it had been since some time during the night. I would agree with Bob's assessment that it was raining very, very hard. And, I would add that despite that fact that it actually was raining very hard, it seemed to be raining even harder. This perception of it being worse that it already actually was occurred because this hard rain was pummeling the Cozy Den (now also known as The Tin Box) in which we found ourselves rattling (literally) down the road.

Here's what you should do if you want to know what the rain sounded like. Shrink yourself down to Christmas cookie size. Then have someone you know and love (and who will take you out at the end of this little experience) place you into the Christmas cookie tin and then take you outside to a play ground that has pea gravel. Before having placed you into the tin, you should have given this loved one the instruction that once they had arrived at said play ground, they should set the tin down and begin throwing handfuls of pea gravel at the Christmas cookie tin.

If you don't actually want to go to all of that 'Christmas Cookie Tin' experience nonsense, perhaps you can just imagine what it sounded like. Now that you've got that sound in your head, you should know that at about mile 25 or so on our 40 mile journey to Springfield (where we were thrilled to be visiting our long time friend and the girls' former nanny, Tanya, and her family) some new sounds were added to the pea gravel pounding. So, to your pea gravel din, begin adding some high-pitched rattles and whines...and a few 'pop-ish' bangs here and there.
These really did not sound normal...ok...duh. And they did not sound like the pea gravel.... But all the gauges seemed fine...and kept seeming fine. The ragged ride was becoming a bit concerning though. We discussed whether to stop, but every mile we kept on was another mile closer to Tanya's home. If we were going to be stranded, I wanted to be stuck at her house. So when Bob asked me "Do you think we should we stop?", I'm pretty certain that if we actually owned the Cozy Den (now aka The Rattly, Shaky, Pea Gravely Tin Box), I would have given it a more considered answer than the "No...Keep Going" order that I gave.

When we got to about mile 38 of our 40 mile journey, we had to stop at a stop light. It was then that we became aware of the burned rubber smell...at which point I said: "Hmmm...do you think we blew one of the four tires in the back?" Bob said he didn't think so and that it sure didn't drive like it. But, then again...at the slower speeds, it sure seemed to drive really 'gimpy'...so maybe we did blow a tire.

Well anyway, we made it to Tanya's house. (Thank you God.) Where upon Bob could find no visible explanation for the sounds, the smell or the odd driving sensations. And so the calls and assessments began.

After lots of holding and lots of dialogues, here's the bottom line: This being a Saturday, there are no service guys working until Monday (although a very nice RV repair guy did assess that it was probably a wheel baring--not great--or a baring in the rear drive train--worse). Cruise America looked for another RV anywhere within 200 miles--none. Bob called every rental car company in Springfield--no cars of any kind available for one-way trips to Milwaukee. (We would have needed two SUVs or Minivans to haul all of ourselves and our stuff home.) And so, the nice RV repair guy and his team will begin the actual assessment of the dilemma being suffered by our Cozy Den at 8 AM Monday morning. (As a side note, I'm pretty sure Bob has a new name for it now...but this being a family blog, you'll have to get that from him via another source.) If they can quickly assess the dilemma and it is a problem they can fix quickly and they can get the parts on Monday, then we will be on our way again Monday afternoon. If either of these 'ands' are not attainable, then it is unclear when exactly we will be home...because, of course, going into the fourth of July weekend there are no cars or RVs available anywhere near Springfield, MO.

Let's just say that some of the folks in our Cozy Den party are feeling a bit more aggravation about our predicament than others. It's tough to program yourself to be ok with 20-ish days in 250 square feet and then to find out it's going to be longer.... It's tough to have your expectations messed with.... It's tough to be in a situation that you can't control.... It's tough not knowing what the outcome will be....

On the other hand, we are getting some lovely quality time with Tanya, her sister Alyona, and her wonderful boys, Sasha and Andrew. For those of you who know the White family, Abe is not here as he is currently traveling for his new job in Chicago...they are all moving back closer to us!!

And on the other, other hand, this could have happened as we were pulling into Amarillo a few nights ago (YUK!) or as we were pulling into Joplin, Missouri (YUK!) the night before last or even in the middle of the all night drive The Loneliest Road in America across Nevada.

So, anyway...I hope you've gotten a good chuckle at the expense of the Tenges clan. And now the fee I'll exact for the humor are your prayers for patience, good humor and a speedy fix to our--not-so-faithful-anymore--Cozy Den.

Chasing Chickens

On Friday June 27th, we were in Branson, Missouri for a one night stand of checking out Branson before stopping in the next morning for a quick (we thought) hello to Tanya and then the final leg of our trip home.

We stayed in a pretty nice KOA that offered shuttle service anywhere you wanted to go in town. Looking over the various offerings (about 150!) of live shows, we settled on Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede complete with horses (yeah said the girls), racing pigs, racing ostriches and several other entertaining show memories. When we checked in to pick up our 'Will Call' tickets and the nice lady suggested that we ask our server if the girls could participate in the great 'Chicken Chase'. As you can see from the photos here, the girls got to chase the chickens...encouraging the Feathered Foot Racers to dash quickly across the arena to a finish line about 20 yards away. Alas our two little girls and their chickens lost the race to two much shorter Chicken Encouragers. I think the short kids had the edge because they didn't have to bend over to clap their hands behind the chickens' buns. Being not much taller than the chickens, the other two kiddos simply had to run upright behind the chickens clapping their little hands. The Tenges girls had loads of fun and now have a wonderful memory nonetheless. They even walked away with a chicken chasing medal!!

One thing in Oklahoma...

On Thursday morning, June 26th we happily departed our KOA in Amarillo, Texas (hot, dry, dusty, windy...sounds like I'm describing a Santa Ana wind in California, except that I'm describing Amarillo and everything you can see--and stuff you can't--for hundreds of miles in every direction). Our destination that evening was Joplin, Missouri--the fourth largest city in Missouri, judging by the map--by way of the rest of Texas and all of Oklahoma on Interstate 40, essentially the old Route 66.

Since there was nothinnnngggg to see for miles around, the girls spent the day catching up on their scrap books. At one point in the scrap booking activities, I took a break as Master Taper and sat in the co-pilot seat to keep Bob company. It was during that short interlude, just west of Oklahoma City, that I saw a bill board sign for the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum. We decided that we'd stop there for our only non-driving adventure of the day. What a GREAT stop it was!! This museum is AMAZING and it is humongous, but not overwhelming. They have cowboy and western art; saddle, bridle, clothing, and barbed wire collections; western genre movies through history; a children's interactive area; a western town recreation from the turn of the century; a lovely restaurant; and on, and on, and on. The facility is gorgeous, NO expense having been spared for any aspect of it, including the exterior decor of the building.

I'm not sure what else there is to see in Oklahoma City, but even if there were nothing, this place could keep a person happily entertained for a couple of days, at least! So cowboy and horsey nuts, head to Oklahoma City and check it out!

Becky

Petrified…Petroglyph…Painted

Finally, I have a moment to catch up on parts of our trip before our brief interlude in Springfield Missouri. After we visited The Grand Canyon’s North Rim and the Virmillion Cliffs we drove to a small town in east Arizona on Highway 40 (the old Route 66 at that point) by the name of Holbrook. Our original intent had been to spend the evening in Flagstaff. However, a slight diversion in search of petrified dinosaur tracks—which were supposed to be just a couple of miles off of our route to Flagstaff—took us instead quite a distance into the Hopi Indian Reservation.

As we drove along Arizona Highway 160, we saw a home made sign that said “Dino Tracks” and turned down the potted and pocked dirt road. Bob was convinced that this must be a ruse. And I have to admit it did look rather sophomoric for something that ought to be so amazing. So, we backed out of this road and carried on a bit further east only to find ourselves at the town of Tuba City…much beyond the mapped location of the Dino Tracks, which in retrospect must have been at the location of that dopey sign.

Not wanting to backtrack, we decided to bag our plans to find the Dino Tracks and to stay the night in Flagstaff and rather decided to carry on through not only the Hopi Indian Reservation, but also the Navajo Nation Indian Reservation…a route that would ultimately take us to Holbrook, a little town just on the edge of the Petrified Forest National Park.

After our drive through both reservations where we were treated to incredibly beautiful plains and plateaus (and a very sad perspective of amazingly poor folks) we spent an uneventful evening in Holbrook. By 9 AM the next morning we entered the Petrified Forest National Park via the south entrance from Highway 180. Among the cool things about this National Park is that it is two parks in one since the petrified trees are located within a part of the Painted Desert. Not only that an ancient town by the name of Puerco Pueblo is also contained within this park. Puerco Pueblo was known to be occupied from 1100-1200 and from 1300-1400. In addition to being able to see a portion of the structures of this old village, very near to there are ancient petroglyphs.

It was very cool to see the ENORMOUS trees which had been petrified. Having never seen them myself before this time, I didn’t know what to expect. Now I know that these trees are not standing…duh. Rather, they are lying down in spots where they were left after raging waters transported them from lands far, far away. During their rough, watery journey these trees (which were originally hundreds of feet tall and as large as 9 feet in diameter) lost their limbs and now lay in quiet repose. Most of these trees were still very long (60+ feet), except that over time as the ground underneath them settled and the support beneath them gave way, being brittle, they would break into sections from 2 feet to 10 feet long…but still all in their original location vis-à-vis the entire tree. On many of these trees we were able to see the age rings of the trees because each of the rings had absorbed different minerals…very cool.

We didn’t take as long as we could have exploring this National Forest, but we got a really nice exposure to the petrified woods, the petroglyphs and the painted forest. We got some great pictures of the all of it. Hope you enjoy!

Vermilion

vermilion n. A bright red mercuric sulfide used as a pigment. A vivid red to reddish orange.

Yep...that's the right definition.

It's hard to imagine that any of the amazing Canyons we just left could be shown up by a cliff--even if it is a really, really, really, long cliff. But that's exactly what happened...at least for me. The Vermilion Cliffs are in northern Arizona on Highway 89A between Highway 67, the access road to the north rim of the Grand Canyon, and Highway 89.

Perhaps I was so taken with these cliffs because they literally thrust themselves upon our gaze as we encountered them from the west. As we were driving the gas guzzler we've affectionately named the Cozy Den up the steep ascent (behind and beyond which these cliffs hide), we were busily enjoying our already fading recollections of the grandeur and beauty of the Grand Canyon. All at once, as we crested the mountain and rounded its top to begin our descent, there they were...massive cliffs, in the most incredible, indescribably gorgeous hues of red to orange that we had seen yet.

In all their Vermilion splendor they stood, mile after mile, silent sentries bearing witness to God's creative genius. His handiwork surrounds us: in the largest, most magnificent displays and in the smallest, most delicate of scenes.

We are humbled and blessed to have the ability to take this trip where we are reminded daily that God is who He says He is.

The Grand GRAND CANYON--by Sveta

The minute I saw the Grand Canyon I absolutely knew that was it. As soon as, well, actually before the RV had even stopped, I was up and about, getting of the GRAND CANYON!!!!! After I regained my breath, though it was a bit difficult to get my breath to a natural rhythm and not sounding like a dog panting when it’s hot.

Finally, we reached the area where we were allowed my camera, my binoculars, my hat, and my sunglasses especially. But then when I started to get out of the car, Mom said to “chill,” so I had to sit down on the couch and wait for what seemed like decades which was actually only five minutes. Finally, we were allowed to go I was rearin’ to go but because of the 8,000 foot elevation I was sprinting for not one minute and was forced to stop because my breath was ragged and low, also because I was getting a light head. I waited for Mom, Dad, and Nadya to catch up and then I walked with them. After a while even walking got tiring and my legs started feeling a bit rubbery, so I was glad to be able to stop while Mom and Dad took pictures of a small but extraordinary view to go hiking to a view point where we could see an outstanding amount of the GRAND CANYON while walking to and at the viewing point. You could look in all directions and see nothing but the GRAND CANYON. There were lots and lots of shrubs decorating the sides of the canyon and equally as much trees as there were shrubs. How many wonderful pictures I took, I don’t even want to count! When I was done and satisfied with the many pictures I took, I went ahead and took pictures of small wild flowers. When we went back up the hills, we went in to the gift shop and bought some postcards. Satisfied with our trip, we head for our next stop in Flagstaff.

The Grand Canyon by Nadya

On June 23, 2008, we went to the Grand Canyon. When we got there, I couldn’t wait to get to the sight-seeing area. But first, Mom told us to go to the gift shop to get postcards for our scrapbooks. Sveta and I went into the gift shop and got immediately distracted. There was so much stuff! It looked like there were Indian beads and there was a lot of jewelry. Because Mom said at Wall Drug that we were probably going to get our ears pierced this summer, Sveta and I went to the earring section immediately. We saw all sorts of different kinds of materials for the earrings. There was opal, genuine gold, and many more jewels and gems. I showed Mom some of the really cool ones, and she saw that the prices were ridiculously low, she agreed to buy each of us a pair. I got opal ones, and I don’t know what Sveta got.

Then we went to the place where you get to see The Grand Canyon. I took so many pictures. It was so very large. Dad told me that we were seeing only about 10% of it. I thought it was big enough. Then we walked down a trail that was ¼ of a mile long. We hiked there and back. At the end, we stopped and took pictures. I took so many that my camera is nearly half way full. It was HUGE. It had many layers of sand packed in it that it didn’t almost look like rock. And the lines were not going side-to-side, they were going up-and-down. It was strange, but yet pretty. After we took all the pictures that we wanted, we started the long hike back. Sveta found a very cool flower. It was red and it had separate long petals. It was not tall. But the stem was sort of tall.

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Two Days of Canyons

We spent the afternoon of June 23^rd, following the all-night drive, in Red Canyon (which leads to Bryce Canyon when traveling from the west on Highway 12) and Bryce Canyon National Park. Then we spent a portion of the following day (6/24) at the Grand Canyon’s North Rim.

I did a search on adjectives in an attempt to find words that might articulate the sense of these three places—each unique, but sharing the same ‘canyon’ in their name. Amazing, astonishing, astounding, beyond belief, extraordinary, incredible, marvelous, phenomenal, remarkable, startling, and wondrous were some that I found. And yet, even these are not descriptive enough. Among these three canyons, there are a seemingly endless array of hues (in combinations you don’t expect) and countless remarkable geographic shapes, formations and natural visual oddities (some in shapes that actually resemble things we know…like the stony-shaped Organ Grinder’s Monkey, sitting atop one of the hoodoos in Bryce). There are chasms with depths that astound. There are cliffs that seem to descend to the Abyss. There are spires, standing shoulder to shoulder with others like them, each reaching toward Heaven, and one more gorgeous than the next.

The massiveness of the Grand Canyon when juxtaposed with the comparative diminutiveness of the Red Canyon surprises when you see them both within hours of one another. And then there is Bryce Canyon, which is not actually a canyon at all. This ‘canyon’ too surprises with its huge horseshoe shaped amphitheaters most of which contain the Park’s Hoodoos—the fanciful formations so called because they resemble ghostly hooded figures.

And perhaps the most surprising of all are the Scenic Drives which book-ended our arrivals and departures to these three canyons. The descriptions and superlatives about those drives must await the next submission.

And so I’ll simply end this Two Days of Canyons submission with an exhortation that you really must treat yourselves to a much larger and longer dose of God’s amazing handiwork in southern Utah and northern Arizona than we were able to enjoy.

Becky

All Night Drive—Destination Utah

The final event of Bob’s Porsche 356 Event was the awards ceremony (where the Wisconsin contingent once again did terrific—people don’t love it when we show up en masse). Upon his return at about 10:30 PM, we re-assessed our plan of sleeping until about 3 AM and taking off across “Loneliest Road in America”—Highway 50 from Lake Tahoe across Nevada to Utah. We had no alarm clock and I had already been sleeping since about 6 PM, having literally dropped into a deep sleep after our 30 hour, 667 mile trek from Truckee to Guerneville (to see Grandma Julie) to Placerville (to see Pattie and Max) and back to Truckee that Daisy wrote about.

Our assessment was that since Bob was awake and I was rested, he should drive us to Reno (while I rested a tad more) and then I should take over. Then while he slept, I’d drive as long as I could. And so we took off. I can report to you that Highway 50 really is the loneliest road. From just outside of Reno in the town of Fallon until you reach Ely, almost all the way across the state, there is NOTHING. I’m grateful that we did it at night. The road was essentially straight and, but for the random trucker, not only was there nothing, but there was NO ONE. My solution to fighting off sleepiness was a small bag of Dorito chips. When I’d feel a bit droopy-eyed I would take a chip and bite off the smallest little bits at a time—there being only this one bag. Something about the act of tasting and chewing woke me up every time. (Any nutritionists out there…what’s the deal with this??) Now usually I can ‘disappear’ one of those small bags in about 30 seconds flat. This night however—there of course being only this one bag to last me all the way across the state of Nevada—it lasted me about 4 ½ hours.

Note to Self: take small bites when eating Doritos in the future.

At the end of this night of driving and just before dawn, Bob awakened and we discussed our options: head two hours southeast to Cedar City, Utah (our destination for the night, which would require us to drive 2 hours back north again the next day in order to get to Bryce Canyon) or head straight to Bryce Canyon (a 5 1/2 hour drive). We opted to just head to Bryce Canyon, this being the most efficient (and zero backtracking) option.

More about that adventure in my next post!

My Friend Max

Woof everyone! I thought I’d fill you in on my new canine love, Max. He is a Schnauzer. And while the fur-less love of his life is a really nice lady named Patti Wooldridge, I’m quite certain that I’m his furry love. Mom, my fur-less sisters and I visited Patti and Max on the way back to Truckee after our very nice visit to Grandma Julie, the goats (not my favorites…perhaps I was just too hot), the chickens, the two cats (one of whom, Monkey, is a BIG FAT TEASE…sitting right outside the glass door from me); and the two dogs (Curly and Sal…they didn’t like me so much L). Anyway, Mrs. Wooldridge is the mom of one of my mom’s college pals, Sue. Max, the divine, is Pattie’s special man these days. Max and I are both about the same age (4-ish) and we had a lovely time running around the house, walking and romping outside and posing for photos. Max and Pattie have a lovely home right next to a small lake. While we were outside for our (contraband) off-leash romp, I took the opportunity to leap into the lake and swim, swim, swim—doggy heaven, for me anyway. I thought poor Maxie was going to have a doggie coronary (…he’s afraid of a few things, including water…poor thing). After we got done with our outdoor time, we retired to the lovely cool indoors where I played with his stuffed chicken and he played with my stuffed wolf (which was twice his size).

All in all we had a lovely time and I will miss Max dearly. My only solace is that I know he and Pattie are quite enamored with one another.

Woof,

DeeDee

p.s. Dear Mrs. Wooldridge, please forgive my potty indiscretion in your living room. I was just so filled up with lake water and so excited about Max that I lost my head!

Lost Blog...The Salt in Utah

We were driving along the road in Utah, when I saw mounds that looked like snow. They were nearly clear white, and it was way too hot out to be snow. So I went to my mom and asked what it was. Turns out it was salt. I was very surprised. Even there was the salt lake right next to us. I didn’t think it would be over flowing with salt. I wanted to go out and play in it. It looked like so much fun. Of course, we didn’t stop, but hopefully we will go by there again. Sveta didn’t know or see the salt, but I wish she did. It was so cool and interesting. Wish you could see it too!

-Nadya

The Feast at Grandma's House

After feeding the goats, we all came in to a nice and warm diner. It included: Steak, corn on the cob, and a delicious salad. I am surprised that we had time to make it all in such a short period of time. After that, we watched “ICE AGE” and had fortune cookies. I love the movie ”ICE AGE”. It was very fun to see it again. Then after diner, Sveta and I went out to the swing on the tree. Monkey, one of the cats came with us. Monkey is not really a lap cat, but he would be one if he could. Sveta was swinging on the swing when Monkey came up to me and started purring, and I guessed he wanted to be petted. I petted him for a while, and then, all of a sudden, he jumped up on my lap and started purring harder than ever. I thought that he liked it. When I stopped, he looked at me with his bright yellow eyes and I couldn’t help but pet him again, and he still liked it. Thank you for reading my short little caption of today. Please leave a comment to tell me about what you thought of this! Thanks a bunch!

-Nadya

My Tahoe Adventures...by Daisy

Aarrf woooffed aaarrroouuu.

Oops…mom just told me to write in English. Sorry. I had a WOOFERRIFIC time in Tahoe, California. We arrived to the Squaw Valley Resort on June 18^th at around 1:30 in the afternoon. That’s where dad picked up his 356 Porsche which had been trucked out on a transport truck for the West Coast Holiday of 356’s. After that mom drove the 356 and dad drove the Cozy Den to our RV Park in Truckee. As far as I was concerned this RV Park was just fine; actually, woof be told, I don’t much care where we park our Cozy Den. Dad, on the other hand, was yipping, yapping and growling A LOT about the toilets and showers—something about there being only ONE of each for men and women. I really don’t understand what his problem was…when I have to go…I just do it. And as for showers, mom makes me take those and I hate it…until the end, when I run around like a nut and play with my toys like a crazy goon. Come to woof of it…perhaps dad was mad because only one shower stall didn’t give him enough room to run around. I don’t know…anyway, all I know is he complained a lot about this one shower business.

The day after we arrived, dad went off to his car event and we three girls just lazed around for awhile. THEN…I got to have the most fun I have had yet on this trip. Mom took my two fur-less sisters and me to Donner Lake. WOOFFEEEEE…I got to go SWIMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Diggity dawg that was fun. I LOVE dunking my head under the water; running in it; swimming through it; biting at it. WHEW…I just loved it. My only problem is that after swimming, dang I’ve got to go pee a lot. Good thing I didn’t have whatever toilet problem dad had. I just peed whenever I needed to. Thank Dogness.

I’m going to write again in awhile about my visit with Grandma Julie and, most importantly, about my new boy friend, Max, a good looking Schnauzer who lives in Placerville. Before I sign off from this post though, I’ll tell you that dad had lots of fun at his car event. And, he did really well. He and his buddy, Mr. Eskuche, got first place in the Fun-khana. He also got second place in the Concours in the Un-restored Preservation Class. He had lots and lots of fun.

By for now.

Daisy Dog (aka DeeDee)

Greatings from Daisy

Hi Everyone...Daisy here,

Just dropping you a quick yip to let you know that mom and dad were driving fools all night on the 22nd to get us all the way through Nevada and on to Utah's Bryce Canyon area. Then, yesterday we drove through Red Canyon and Bryce Canyon. I heard mom tell dad that she will write about our time in California and Southern Utah while they're driving.

Meanwhile, you should check out some of mom's prior posts because she added photos. And you should definitely check out photos of me :->.

Woof!!
Daisy

p.s. Mom's having trouble getting photos to load...so check back later for photos of me. woof woof

p.s.s. Sveta will be writing soon too. woof woof woof

Great Gobblin’ Goats!

After our stay at the California RV Park for two nights, in the morning we headed out to our grandma’s house. On the phone the night before, Grandma told us that they had new baby goats. The next morning, at 7:00, we got dressed and left for Grandma’s. It was a very long drive, but at 1:30 we finally arrived. The first thing that we did was say hi. Then Grandma said that it was time to see the goats. Daisy came with us on this trip because we couldn’t leave her behind in the RV. We all happily trekked over to the goat pen, including Daisy. We looked in the pen and saw the cutest animals I have ever seen. They were short and not so fluffy, with stubby tails and floppy ears. They had short legs and had short teeth and sounded the alarm when we came in sight. They all came running to the gate when we arrived, hoping we had some snacks for them with us. Luckily, we had. ALL of the goats came running for us and started snapping their teeth trying to get some of the goods. Grandma handed Sveta and I each some of the roses that the goats would eat to each of us. We walked in and the goats came rushing at us. I held out the treats so that I would not be bitten when the goats were diving for the goods. The babies were being pushed around by the adults because the adults wanted the best treats. All of the pushy adults were at Sveta’s pile, so mine was free for the babies. It looked like all the goats were attacking each other to get the food that we were offering. They were Great Gobblin’ Goats!

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-Nadya