Kentucky and More Rantings

I now have a love-hate relationship with Kentucky. The "Welcome Center" when you first cross the border had more "No Pets" signs than I've ever seen in one location. I was thinking that if they had 1/2 as many signs they could have built a really nice pet park on the grounds. After grumbling that Seymour only had the space between the parking lot and the freeway to walk - the most unsafe place around, I got back in the car and continued on. A little further I saw a big sign that said "Hell is Real" and I was tempted to add - and I'm driving through it. I stopped at a flea market and put Seymour in his pet carrier/purse but when I went to the door, there was a big sign that said -yep - "No Pets". Come on, folks, this is a flea market - old stuff!

So, we continued on and I started mellowing - the scenery was the prettiest I've seen so far. Beautiful hills and shades of green - I guess because no pets are allowed on it.

I did take a detour to see Lincoln's birthplace - the log cabin is inside of the building above. The grounds were beautiful and there were trails and cabins everywhere. It was free to get in and I didn't see any "No Pets Allowed" signs, so I was starting to like Kentucky a little more.

I finally arrived in Columbus and stayed with my friends Gwen and Gary. They are such a cool couple. Gwen is a master gardener and her backyard is amazing. I wish I had taken a picture. She is growing the most enormous tomato plants, herbs and flowers there.

They have a big dog named Kate Jackson. From the start Seymour and Kate growled at each other and I wasn't sure it was going to work. So, being a gracious couple - they put Kate in the house so Seymour could go out in the yard. The next thing I knew, their neighbor yelled "your dog is in my yard but it's OK". She had another big dog and Seymour was just sniffing around and causing no trouble. So Kate came out and they all got along. I have to admit I was probably the biggest problem - I was afraid Seymour would become Kate's dinner. Kate was a real sweetie but her tongue was bigger than Seymour's whole head. She kept licking Seymour and it was like giving him a bath with every lick. I am attaching a picture of Kate and Seymour - a bit of a size difference!

Gary's son Sal was there and we all had a fantastic, fresh Greek dinner made by wonder woman Gwen- yum! In the morning I took Seymour for a walk around their neighborhood - called Germantown - and got carried away looking at all of the old houses - and got lost! I had to ask for directions to get back to their house. Ahhh, to have a sense of direction for just a short time would be a dream . . .