Today, the world's slowest cable install guy came over and hooked up my internet, so I'm finally able to post from a computer that is not my work computer or an iPhone.
So here's the tale thus far...
Last night in my old place thew previous Wednesday night. The furniture is already gone so Aaron of The Shekel breaks out his camping gear.
The first night took us to the home of Keads, where we enjoyed some shooting, some BBQ, and some adult beverages and conversation.
Here, Keads rocks the Thompson. Elliot Ness got nothing on him!
The dogs like Keads too. He spoils them. (And thanks, Nancy, for the cookies!)
It was a long dog day. Murphy racks out on the floor, using my travel bag for a pillow.
In the morning, coffee was had, and good-byes were said.
Got to the new house well after dark. The dogs were a bit thirsty.
Feral chickens have proliferated in New Orleans since Hurricane Katrina (Thanks, PH!)
And they're not shy or timid. This one came calling as I enjoyed breakfast on my porch.
We saw St. Louis Cathedral.
We had crawfish.
They even arranged a brass band parade in the French Quarter...guess they heard I was here.
Back at home, the unpacking began.
Belle did help with the kayak, though. Sort of.
Then she claimed the back steps.
Murph just be chilling inside though.
Oh--and s far, the score is Murphy escapes = 2 (including one where he bum-rushed me at the door), Belle escapes = 4