I guess you humans start most of your stories from the beginning. Relationships, meals and, as it turns out, road trips. Dogs start from the end if you get my drift.
Somewhere way before the actual story begins Deb was very excited about something coming up. She would send Bones something called an itinerary and expect him to not only read it but commit it to memory and have a working knowledge of the ins and outs and schedule that this plan involved. Bones is not good with planning. I mean look at his life—a series of un-hatched schemes and an unending procession of situations that he never envisioned.
Anyway Deb was making plans for something BIG. I was a little nervous about whatever was going on. I did get the feeling that it included me so that was reassuring. Still, I had no idea that we were preparing for a journey of epic proportions. We were getting ready for a road trip.
A road trip, it turns out, is a journey from where we live to a multitude of places where other people live. We were going to see a friend of Deb’s, Deb’s niece and boyfriend, and old and dear friends of Bones. Along the way we would be seeing lakes, rivers, and beaches where we had never been. Oregon was our destination. The dogs, cats, and people I met were all very cool.
The story is long, so this is the prolog to “Cash’s Big Adventure”. I know how short your attention spans are so this will be the first in the series.
I didn't know what was in store for me.
I moved from Arizona to a place out on the coast
Then I moved to Ojai where the summers really roast
After bones got in his car crash Deb took us both back home
It seems like forever that I was done with roamin.
Hugs from the valley: Cash Fargo Bellinger
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