Apr. 6
This afternoon, we crossed the border into Florida. Lorraine is inside the welcome center now enjoying a free orange juice as I write this, staying with Logan in the RV. We have been told that there is a state law in Florida that makes it illegal to leave a pet in a closed vehicle. (And yet no such law prohibiting leaving a husband alone!) I don’t know how strictly they enforce the ordinance for an RV that has adequate ventilation and access to his water dish as ours does, but it has left us a little paranoid to leave him alone. The temperature is 74, beautiful, but certainly not too hot to leave him in the vehicle. Several blog readers have commented that there has been precious little about Logan so far, and that more should be forthcoming since it is his name on the masthead. Mainly that’s a contractual thing. He was represented by Scott Boras in his last negotiations, and managed to get a clause inserted in his contract that mandates that he gets a biscuit every time his name in mentioned in the blog. He also is no longer required to bark at left-handers. (Notice that I’m trying to refer to him as “he” and not “L____”.
The old boy has slowed down quite a bit (he is 9 and a half now) and has a little trouble getting up and down the stairs in and out of the RV. He is still very happy to be traveling with us though; and I am astonished to report that his bladder is still in excellent condition. One of us takes him out for the last time usually around 11 PM, and then he is good until around 9 or 10 the following morning. Mentioning no names, not everyone in the vehicle has that kind of control.