We are headed to Vancouver as there is a family emergency involving my niece. She is in the hospital and her chances are slim. Very unpleasant circumstances. I hate to talk of such unpleasantness so we will keep our toes and fingers crossed and use the power of the paw to wish her back with us.
Meanwhile here are a few old posts from March of 2015 to keep you amused.
See ya in a couple of weeks girls. Love ya both and be nice to the pet sitter Shoko. I’m always nice mom…see ya soon. Then her and dad left for the airport.
Mom and dad left about 7:30pm for the Vancouver Airport so they spent the night in Vancouver. The next day they were up early, up and out to catch the United airlines plane at 11am for Chickago. That is 1761 air miles. The flight was 3 and a half hours and a change of 2 time zones. They landed at O’Hare airport at 5pm. Mom struck up a friendship with Gus Moya, a training manager for United Airlines.
He looks nice doesn’t he? Meanwhile, dad is racing around trying to find their luggage. No, they didn’t come to carousel 33, the flight from Vancouver carousel,
but were finally discovered hanging out with the luggage from Australia.
It was very cold in Chickago….-15F or -26C with a wind. Mom and dad scurried to their hotel like little mice escaping my furry clutches. The room had no heat….dad suggested sitting in the hallway to warm up….mom just gave him the evil eye. I taught mom the effectiveness of this look. Dad called maintenance. They were slow and couldn’t fix it. I mean friends their was ice inside the windows by the heater….ccccccold! They changed rooms and all was well. The next day they went to Macy’s. Dad was struck by the architecture. Beautiful ceilings….mosaic tile!
There are more pictures of the ceiling but I don’t want to bore you with the same stuff. I was getting bored when mom showed me all the pictures of the same ceiling.They had to buy a new suitcase as one developed a great big hole in it after cavorting with the luggage from Australia….those Aussies must be thugs. Mom and dad decided it was time to head to the Amtrak station and get their tickets for the train, “The City of New Orleans.” Off they went with their new red carryon. There was a total of 6 bags. Dad carried 5 of them. Mom struggled with one. That’s my mom, a real strong lady….hehe. They had reserved a sleeper because they would be spending the night on the train. The train left at 6:30pm. We’ll leave off here as they get on the train bound for Memphis. Next time will have part 2. See ya then my friends.