Merlin ‘n Me in an RV

I'd left my camera in the house so wasn't able to include two additional photos from my last evening there on this visit. First up, Dad and Fiona holding court. The little towel in front of her is her bed, one she can futz around with to get exactly where she wants it before curling up on it, or not. In another photo equipment fail, I had only my small lens and no tripod to get this shot of the moonrise. Instead, I braced it on an ivy branch and came away with an arm (and camera) crawling with ants. "Eeeewww" doesn't come close to capturing the feeling. In the morning came the time for me to prepare to leave. As I walked Merlin before my breakfast - long after his, I might add - a tear came to my eye. Always does after such a short visit. Merlin and I interrupted Fiona's morning nap. She eyed him with something short of antipathy and will not be sad to see The Beast leave the premises. I gathered my things as Dad and Pat readied themselves to ...

Tuesday for Dad is Lunch With The Cabal Day. It started as a group of Dad and friends too long ago to remember. The numbers have dwindled but the day remains firm. Since the beginning of this gathering, Niece Nat, my brother and I have all been honored to be in their number from time to time as I did on this day. But I get ahead of myself. I love how Merlin adores Dad. And Dad’s treat pocket, which he watches assiduously. In one gulp, Fiona could have a week’s worth of treats. From afar, Merlin has a wider range of vision and his eyes never leave Dad. That hand could go into the treat pocket at any time, you know. Back in the RV on Tuesday morning, Merlin and I began our day early as is our custom. With his post-breakfast nap and my coffee. One could, I suppose, begin with tidying up our quarters but that would take far too much effort. Especially with my moose occupying much of the precious square footage. Him getting a drink of water brings any of my plan...