Well, here I am in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I drove down here in 27 hours. I was sort of a shaky mess when I got here, but we got here without any problems. I fly home tomorrow, Monday. I left the farm again at the worst time that I could have. That is two years in a row.
Florida is horribly crowded, and I long for the farm. After living at the farm, I would have a very hard time living in any city, anywhere.
I am down here in bulldog haven. The girls are happy to be home and act much better than they did in the strange surrounding "up north" where they have all that snow. You can sure tell that they belong here. Bruno however had another bad trip and is not a happy camper, yet. I sure hope he gets back to normal soon.