I have a new friend. His name is Boomer. He is BIG. He's a cross between a Golden Retriever and a Great Pyrenees. He is very handsome. People think I'm big, but Boomer is as tall as the picnic tables. He likes Nancy, but his human, Beverly, says he doesn't like men. Nancy said she's going to take a picture of him, today, for my blog. She gave him one of my gigantic bones that I haven't been chewing. He's lovin' it.
Okay, Nancy, c'mon back over here. He's handsome but you don't have to make such a BIG fuss over him.
We went and got the laundry done, today, so that's a big load off Nancy's mind. She also spent hours routing the trip from here to Las Vegas, trying to figure out how she could stop at the north rim on the way. She thinks she's got it figured out. One of the other campers came over, and he put his stamp of approval on her route. She found out that the skywalk is on the west rim. That works out well because Nancy will be coming the northern route past the canyon.
It's been a lazy day. Nancy's going to take me for a walk in a little while.
We're back. The nice man stopped by, again, to tell Nancy about the Memorial Day BBQ telling her to make sure she goes. I don't think she's going to unless she can bring me. I told her to go ahead, but you know how she is.