Ole brought the RV up to the house yesterday afternoon. It's a big diesel pusher so we were a bit worried about it starting after having sat in these cold temps for so long. He had it plugged in for 24 hours before he pushed the button to turn the engine over - and it started right up. Unfortunately though, even though he had put anti-gel into the fuel, the fuel was still so thick that poor baby didn't want to run very well. He managed to get it up to the house and after it had run for an hour or so things were much better.
The next problem was to get the inside warmed up a bit. The inside temperature registered at 11 below zero. Believe me, you don't want to be touching much of anything when it's that cold. I picked up a metal flashlight with my bare hand because Ole needed extra light where he was working, and put it down in a flash. It was so cold that I felt like my hand had been burned. So we got the furnace started, opened up all the closet and cupboard doors, checked everything to make sure all would be safe and sound and exited back into the house where it was warm(er).
Now, I've written previously about how neurotic Daisy is. Daisy is our girl German Shepherd that clings to Ole like a piece of Velcro. Beau and Daisy actually belong to Lovely Daughter, but we do Doggy Daycare when she and Lars are at work, so I think the doggers spend more time with us than they do at home.
That's Daisy on the left and Beau on the right with the floppy ear.
The doggers, of course, were in the motorhome with Ole when he was getting it ready to start. Isn't it amazing how animals seem to have some 6th sense about things that are going to happen? As soon as Ole walked out to the RV she became very nervous. She wouldn't lay down, but kept pacing from one end of the RV to the other. It helped a bit when she got to ride along with Ole when he drove it from storage up to the house, but obviously that wasn't enough. When we left the motorhome and went in the house she was right on Ole's tail - he hardly had breathing room. Then horror of horrors, Ole had to go to a meeting last night and he couldn't take the doggers along like he usually does when the pickup leaves the yard. Beau isn't happy about it, but he seems to take things in stride.
Now Daisy - that's a different story. After Ole left last night she stood in the middle of my kitchen, looked at me with a very disgusted look and peed on my rug. Just like she was saying, "Okay, either I get my way or I'm going to show you a thing or two!" She didn't even squat, like girl dogs usually do, she just stood there and peed!! Needless to say, I was not a happy camper at that point and let her know it.
Senior Citizen Simon (17 years) and Lucy aren't too worried about their upcoming vacation, as you can tell from this picture.
They both travel quite well. Simon is happy as long as he has food, a warm place to sleep and a place to poop. That keeps him happy. He's a seasoned traveler and has put on a lot of miles with us. Lucy on the other hand, has only made one trip with us, but she did very well. And the one most important thing - neither of them are interested in getting out of the RV, which is very important to me. I lost my last kitty, Petunia, when she escaped through the open RV door one night when we were in Sturgis. I still think about her and miss her always wondering what happened to her. That's the hardest part - not knowing what happened. (Thank you Jane.)
So I don't know if I'll be making anymore entries here until we get on the road. I'm going to be kinda busy packing the RV, you know (hurrah - finally). If everything goes according to plan we'll be out of here early Thursday morning. I'll write on the road, okay?
I'll end this with this cartoon that Ole clipped from last night's paper for me. I got a chuckle out of it probably because it's so true. All you pet owners will relate.