We Return To Camp Canada!

Janet and Phil stayed in PDX for two nights to do some shopping and then we hit the road.

Before we left, they enjoyed some cocktails.  Brownyn is working on becoming an official bartender and can make some awesome cocktails.  Too bad they had to drink them out of espresso cups!

Janet just realized that it kind of looks like that really nice Mason and Cash bowl is resting on the top of Phil's head, but it's not the case.

Janet can't remember what this one was called, but she said it was delicious and very refreshing.  It calls for some fancy pants liqueur that said St. Germain on the label.  Janet's not sure if that is the brand name or the name of the liqueur.  Investing in cocktails takes a long time to recoup your money.  So far, after two evenings they are down to about $75 a drink!  Just kidding!

I kicked up my cardboard chewing a notch by selecting a new box of crackers from a grocery bag and got to work on it.

Janet and I do a selfie after our walk around Blue Lake.

How is it I have managed to maintain my puppy like face and Janet keeps looking older..and older...and older?

Noodles says bye bye to Mikey!  I was firmly planted in the back of the car while Mikey walked Noodles to the end of the block.  This bus is not leaving without me.  I wonder if I'm insecure?

Whoops!  We had an "incident" on the way home.  The Thule box managed to open itself on the edge of the I-5.

We were luxury pups who were able to stay overnight in a hotel!  CLM....don't ask how Janet manages to remember the airport code for Port Angeles when she can't tell you what she had for dinner last night!

Phil had a hard time sleeping.  In PDX, we get up around 5:30AM, when Mike and Bronwyn do so are used to going potty really early.  He didn't want an accident in the hotel room, but we were good doggies.

They had reserved a room with 1 Queen size bed, but Phil's coughing was driving Janet out of her mind, so they took a room with two Queens.

They turned the ice bucket into a water bowl.  Nice touch!

OK...Noodles has now had enough of this stupid car.  She doesn't want to get in!

Well behaved dogs are now allowed to go upstairs.

Only one of us lasted.  Poor Noodies couldn't find a comfortable position and was getting stressed out, so Phil put her back in the car.

Cool as a cucumber!

There are two things that Janet hates about going to PDX.  One is the I-5.  The other is the mountain of meat that needs to be divided up and repackaged.

St. Louis style pork ribs.

Noodles might be losing it, but she is still feisty enough to wander out the open front door to check out what happened in the 'hood while we were gone.

Rockers may have gone to Doggie Heaven, but it looks like he was lucky enough to land a gig advertising Hoover vacuums in the U.K.

We are so pooped!