Camp Sugarloaf for Cheyenne

Sunday, July 3, 2011

9:30AM

Layne turns down the lane towards the driveway gate in the Fusion, Michael not far behind looking very Italian on Layne's cream colored Vespa. They are leaving for a three week holiday in Italy, leaving their beloved behind with us. Summer camp, Wayne called it for Cheyenne.

Michael gives his pooh bear a loving farewell hug, parks the Vespa alongside his Triumph in the garage, and brushes away a tear (a farcical embellishment of Michael rubbing his eye) as they get ready make the 120 mile drive north to the Miami International Airport.

Zuzu, Tootie, Cheyenne, Wayne and I wave to our traveling friends...
"ARRIVEDERCI!"
"BUON VIAGGIO!"

And we walk quietly up the walk towards the front stairs, Cheyenne checking back on more time to see if it's true, they really did leave...

The afternoon was spent relaxing and napping.

Then it was 6:00PM, time for dinner! Wayne assembled the girls' bowls, filling them with handfuls of dry kibble, cooked brown rice, and chicken gizzards.

After dinner, Cheyenne and I walked down the bike path along Sugarloaf Blvd where she checked out the new smells and left her mark around a few coco palms and scaevola bushes. Once back at the house, we all settled on and around the sofa for the 1959 doomsday film, "On The Beach."

July 4, 2011
Independence Day

Cheyenne slept soundly on her bed last night until 7:15. No motorcycle arriving at 6:15, no walk around the Ramrod Pool, just a brief stump around the house before breakfast, more kibble, gizzards, and rice. After breakfast, Cheyenne settled on the lanai with us as we read the paper and downed our first cup of coffee...then we all headed down the bike path for a morning walk before the storms rolled in.

And the storms rolled in with thunderous fanfare. Zuzu and Tootie nervously paced around the house searching for a small hiding spot, ending up in the closet while Cheyenne dozed in the middle of the floor.

We are only a week or two into our rainy season, and a tropical wave is poised to the north of Puerto Rico possibly drifting our way bringing with it round after round of rain and thunder. Maybe Zuzu and Tootie will get accustomed to the thunder.

They could always look to Cheyenne for guidance. She knows how to pass the time during a thunderstorm.