Day 13 - Morning at Grand Canyon and drive to Vegas
Bailey's Perspective
I
woke up in the middle of the night hearing wild animal noises outside.
Was it grandpa’s loud snoring or another one of daddy’s “gas-storm”
filled evenings? Am I just hearing things or am I dreaming? Reality
Check: We are in the middle of the woods, in a RV park in the middle of
America. The truth is, there were wild animals outside of our RV. I
wanted to bark and let them know I was awake but if I did, it would have
given away our position. And who knows what kind of WILD animals were
out there. So, I kept quiet. Plus, I didn’t want to be rude, wake
everyone up and get them fired up in the middle of the night. I simply
waited and the noise eventually faded away. I exercised sound judgment,
excellent control under pressure and quick decision making that
resulted in a favorable outcome. For this achievement, I will be
rewarded with an awesome breakfast….. I fell back asleep thinking about
how awesome I am.
The
morning air was exceptional once again. After returning from a walk
with grandpa, I realized some of the plants that daddy left outside
overnight were “trimmed”. Some of the branches and leaves were on the
floor, as if something tried to eat it but spit it out due to
unfavorable taste. So, I was absolutely right…. There were wild animals
outside eating our plants. Hope they got sick and got the BGs, aka
Bubbly Guts. I sometimes get the BGs after eating garlic. My stomach
cannot handle garlic but daddy loves it. Sometimes, he smells like
garlic for days. He and other humans may not notice but I certainly
know when he eats Korean BBQ for dinner. Is he afraid of Vampires or
something….. But I digress…….
After
another wonderful breakfast, a mixture of chopped up beef and a hint of
BBQ sauce, we packed our things and started driving again. This time,
we stopped and I joined them in a walk around the park. But this was no
ordinary park my friends and fellow furry creatures. As we got closer
to the edge of the mountain, there was a rocky cliff that went down for
miles. It was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. The rocky cliffs
even extended out in front of you for miles….. I was confused…. Were we
on top of a mountain looking down? How did we end up here? Why is this
mountain so big compares to others we’ve hiked? If anything fell down,
there will be NO survival. I was a little nervous and kept one eye on
the side of the cliff. And I did not venture too far off the beaten path
(Dogs know idioms too :-)
We took many pictures but I did not smile in any of them.
How could
anyone smile when you are nervous? I didn’t want to be THAT DOG, who
ended up on the cover of the morning papers…. If you know what I mean.
And I kept repeating to myself “Self, do NOT chase birds, squirrels or
any other small 4 legged animals while up here.” I don’t need to have
any accidents or incidents…. Safety First!!!!!!
After taking pictures,
we got back into the RV and started driving again…. We left without an
incident, maintaining our safety track record due to my diligence. This
drive was long but I sensed the trip might be coming to an end due to
grandpa’s apparent excitement. He was all smiles and even giddy during
this drive. What is going on? Either we are going somewhere he really
enjoys or finally, we were close to our final destination….. California.
We
pulled into a city filled with tourists, high rises and huge, elaborate
hotels. I wasn’t familiar with this city. Perhaps, grandpa knew where we
were at based on his enthusiasm. We unloaded our bags and to my pleasant
surprise, we were checking into a hotel rather than staying at a RV
park. Now, this is what I enjoy….GLAMPING in a 4 star hotel. IF I had
thumbs, I would order room service and receive a 4 paw massage, in the
comfort of the hotel room. But you know that I have a Dewclaw instead
of a thumb, hence it makes things challenging. As we were walking
through the lobby, I realized why grandpa was so happy. We were in Las
Vegas. I’ve never been to Las Vegas before but I saw many movies that
were filmed in Vegas like Oceans 77 and Showdogs. The sound that a slot
machine makes is unmistakable….. We were in Sin City baby. What can I
do that will get me in trouble? Public urination? Yup, I can certainly
do that since there is not a grassy patch around for miles. Or
something more sinister…. Hummmmm. Let me think about this a bit more…….
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