Accordingly, Stan and I decided to meet halfway so that, this time, I could get Babe and bring her to my house.
Yesterday morning, I'd set the alarm for 5 am, left home at 7:20 and drove south through a lot of rain. Five hours later, I was in Louisville and 3.5 hours or so after that, with walking the dogs and a gas stop in between, I met Stan at the Kentucky/Tennessee state line. We had coffee and talked for an hour, then I put Babe in my car and we both headed back the way we had come.
I like to drive but it made for a long, long day. And Stan had actually driven about an hour further than I did.
All four of my own dogs were with me and everybody traveled very nicely, as usual.
By the time I again hit the hilly and twisting country roads between Chillicothe and home, I was tired and it was very dark. More cautious on both counts, the drive north took longer than the trip south. I finally arrived home at 1:15 am. I wanted nothing more than to go straight to bed but of course the dogs all needed some attention and time to exercise. It was nearly 3:30 before I crawled (literally) under the covers.
Is there anyone alive who does not think that dog people are crazy? ; )