The Buckeye

This past weekend, we visited a little peace of doggie heaven called The Other Place in Boonville, CA. 4 cottages, fully fenced, on 500 acres of hillside with a little pond. The cottage we stayed in was called the Buckeye.

This was Popeye's first trip and I was very nervous. So many mishaps could happen. He could strain a leg, like he did when we took him to the Giants ballgame, have a really bad allergy flare-up (he actually did have a flare-up, but luckily we got it under control with meds), tip over in his cart and hurt himself.

But the 4 days, 3 nights ended with no emergencies. Nobody got hurt. Or skunked. Or car sick, except me on our way back home through the winding road of Hwy 128. It was nice to get away, since we rarely ever do. And now that it's over, I can let out a big "Whew!"