We took the truck, but since we had to pack dog boxes in the back of the truck, everyone rode inside. Mosrite did very well in the backseat, mostly napping the whole way. I can't say the same for Ibanez, who mostly wiggled and rearranged herself the entire trip. Keep in mind that with her collar on, she has no depth perception so I was whacked repeatedly. She did finally get comfortable and fall asleep, though.
Mom T and Dad JD breed golden retriever puppies, and decided to keep one as a pet. This is Tiffany (but in my mind her name is Sugar, and I call her Sugs.) and she is the cutest thing, besides my babies, of course. I will say, though, that she is calmer and sweeter than either of my babies were at her age. I also admit that my thoughts went to getting a puppy like her for ourselves, but then I saw her grown up version and was able to convince myself that we are fine as a family of 4 for now. 
It was funny to see a puppy smaller than Mosrite looking up to him as the cool guy. Usually littler dogs don't like him (Mr. Roper, Justin and Kelly's dog, refuses to even look at him), and big dogs like Rocky think of him as a young punk. Even Ibanez never looked up to him, just started harrassing him to death from the day we brought her home.
Ibanez was very sad to not be able to run free like Mosrite and play with all of the other dogs. We made her a porch on Mosrite's box so she could at least be outside a little. She seemed to like this a little better. Sugar/Tiffany was sweet and would keep her company by laying right next to her fence, like they were chatting. Ibanez must have been chatting about bad things, and being a bad influence, though, because by Sunday morning, Sugar/Tiffany was digging around the fence trying to make a jailbreak! I look forward to bringing Ibanez back without the collar, because she will have more fun and make friends. 
John was happy to ride his three wheeler, even if he remembered mid-ride that it has no breaks. I was happy to make Vanessa jealous that she was working and not able to come with us to ride. I think she will definitely come with us next time!
When I first started coming to see John, I thought Rocky was the biggest, strongest, nicest dog I'd ever known. It is crazy now that Mosrite is the same size if not a little bigger. Still, though, Rocky is like the wise, older dog. In my mind, his voice is an older man's, like Clint Eastwood.
On Saturday, we just hung out, and then went to Grandma and Grandpa Bryson's for Father's Day. Everyone played guitars and chatted and had a good time. I didn't take any pictures, but Mom T took a million, so I am sure they will pop up someday.
On Sunday we went to church in Selma, and were glad to see our friends Allen and Heather. They have known John for a long time, and were disappointed that their move to Missouri coincided with our wedding. We haven't seen them in a year, so it was nice to be able to catch up over lunch. We were all disappointed, though, that Kelly wasn't able to come to church and to lunch with us! At least it was for a good reason, though: she had to teach Bible class in Clovis. Overall, it was a nice weekend getaway!
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