After selling our house in Minnesota and preparing for our move back to Washington state, we decided to celebrate by taking the Oregon Trail from St. Louis,MO to, well, Oregon. My in-laws had come out to help us with the last minute details of packing up (fortunately we had movers to do the meat of the job). They had their super cool RV and we had our F-150 extended cab pickup with our super cool tent trailer hooked on back. Robb took the easy route and flew back to WA so it was Joel, Sara, Jake, the grandparents, Beatrix (115 lb rottweiler), Griffeth (40 lb corgi), Ezra (20 lb cat), and me.
Our first stop was in Walnut Grove, MN. This is the town where Laura Ingalls Wilder spent some of her childhood. We had Ezra inside the truck in a huge kennel rigged up with cat box and the two dogs were tied in the back of the pickup w/ their beds and food, water and shelter. As we anxiously stood in line to begin the tour (Joel and Jake just couldn't wait!), we heard this terrified yelping. We wondered what poor sap's dog was being so naughty when it suddendly dawned on us, THAT'S GRIFFETH!!! We took off running back to the truck and there was Griffeth, dangling over the side of the truck, scratching frantically with his short stubby legs - and, I might add, razor sharp nails!! He had decided to follow us and we had obviously left the lead to long....but not long enough! Holy crap! If we would have been inside the exhibit, would anyone have helped him!! We knew at that point that God was with us and, once again, covering our hind ends. The multiple deep scratches on the paint job of my shiny new red truck continued to remind us of our own stupidity...
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