Last night was a restless night for me. I usually sleep with Nancy, but I guess I started to think of Lizzie and I wanted to sleep where we used to sleep, together. I whined just a little in the middle of the night and showed Nancy what I wanted to do. She said, "Okay, c'mon old boy, I'll move the stuff out of your way. I understand." I don't know how much longer it was before I decided I'd go back to sleep with Nancy so I got down and whined a little more. She moved her feet and said, "Okay, old boy, make up your mind. I understand"
Before I forget, we are at Tom Sawyer Campground, a place where Rich always wanted to go. We decided we'd go for him. He really would have liked it here. We miss him so much. My brothers and sister call every day. They would like it here, too. We need to get one more walk in, and it's getting dark and chilly out. More, tomorrow. We'll be here for a few days.