

Above, you can see me curl up with my fave pair of Dad's balled up socks.

And here I am, curled up next to Mom, eyeballin' her under the table! (WE don't mind the rain... it's just the pawrents heheh!) The scene in the next pitchur happened last Monday - on Memorial Day. We were all outside, enjoying a (rare) bit of sun, when we heard sirens on the freeway that's not far away. And then more sirens, until first one Cruiser drove into this park, and then another, until there were FIVE! And then in through the other access driveway, came two firetrucks and a fire ambulance! Our sweet new "neighbors" urged us to get inside, so Mom hustled us up the stairs and onto the bed. Mom took a couple of pictures, but got nervous. Meanwhile, Dad was approached by an undercover cop (yikes!) and told to get inside! We watched as cops with pulled guns approached an RV. A Sheriff's car pulled up. A huge presence and still we have no idea what it was all about. Below is a quick photo taken out one window of the activity. On another day, a large truck pulling a giant fifth wheel trailer, newly arrived, was trying to pull into a space next to our sweet neighbors. As he began backing into his place, we heard a huge pop, like fireworks. To cut to the chase, the truck's tie rod failed and as it broke, arrowed right into the front truck tire and popped it. He'd just drive straight from Iowa to here in N. California. How lucky that it broke down when it did. I guess that teaches us to count our blessings all the time! (Sorries for all the text - lots to woof!)

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