Where are you guys?  I can’t tell time, or read a calendar, but it feels like you’ve been gone FOREVER.

“Hang on, Bud!  I know that 17 days is a long time, but we’ll be there soon…this afternoon in fact…and then we can all take the ferry home together.”

Hurry up!   I mean, this place is all right — my bed still smells like home and Lisa knows how to scratch my ears the way I like it — but there’s no chicken broth with dinner and all these young pups never stop!  Some vacation — I’m going to need some serious nap time to make up for all of this activity.  I’m WAY too old for this…