Where is Jack, Day 12?

We got up early, today, and we found a trail where I can go off leash--it's great!  At first, we didn't think we were going to like this park, but people are "friendly" (Nancy said that word is for you, Princess) and offered advice as to the tornadoes.  The bathroom is directly across from our trailer and is cement covered in siding--that's why we thought it was wood.

I have a feeling I wrote this last night, but I was so sleepy--I'll change it if I did.


We went down to Hot Springs after our walk, and went to the grocery store and Nancy ate at Waffle House--she was starving.


It cleared up for a while, again, and we took another run on the trail.  It's starting to look bad, again, though.  I guess they expect this to go on through tomorrow so that's why Nancy signed on for another 2 nights.  She has such good friends; they've all been calling and emailing her.  They are a great source of comfort and encouragement to her, as are John, Michael, and Susan who had to stay home because they all have jobs.  I'm the slacker in the family, but I made my money early in life and I like to accompany Nancy as protection.  (Oh, okay, okay, Nancy, so I'm exagerating a little--how would they know?  Can't get away with anything).


The park is immaculate with pretty gardens and a nice view over where the trail is.

Our friend, Miss Pantless, would not like the showers because the changing room is not private--like Hunting Island (odd for someone named pantless--I don't mind if I see people without their pants--they see me without mine all the time.)  It's raining very hard, now.  I'd better get my leash on and be ready to make a run for it.


I was just humiliated by an 8 week old chihuahua--little jerk  He came running after me so fast I didn't know what he was.  Don't laugh.  Elephants are terrified of mice.  This ratty looking thing came out of nowhere and scared the living daylights out of me.  He's lucky--it would have taken just one chomp and he would have been gone.