Welcome to Diva
It's official. Her name is Diva, because she thinks she is so much better than all of the rest of the RVs out there. Kudos to Tom & Andy at Allegra Marketing, Print & Mail for the fine job on the lettering.
In a few days we will show you Diva's innermost secrets.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
The Airstream Cometh!
We have our new Airstream. Her name is DIVA. She is a 2008 Safari 28' Special Edition. The "Special" part is that 2008 was the 75th. anniversary of Airstream. We also purchased the 2007 Chevy 2500HD truck. It has the Duramax engine and Allison Transmission. Now we are provisioning the trailer and learning its' features. As "newbies" we were lucky to get the entire package like we did. It saved us having to figure out a hundred steps on our own.
We had dinner in the Airstream last night with our friends Karla & Michael. What a joyous occasion that was. Steak from the grill, salad Nicoise and Italian bread. A real treat, both the food and the company.
We have our new Airstream. Her name is DIVA. She is a 2008 Safari 28' Special Edition. The "Special" part is that 2008 was the 75th. anniversary of Airstream. We also purchased the 2007 Chevy 2500HD truck. It has the Duramax engine and Allison Transmission. Now we are provisioning the trailer and learning its' features. As "newbies" we were lucky to get the entire package like we did. It saved us having to figure out a hundred steps on our own.
We had dinner in the Airstream last night with our friends Karla & Michael. What a joyous occasion that was. Steak from the grill, salad Nicoise and Italian bread. A real treat, both the food and the company.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Hi! I'm Rosie, The Dog. Here I am reading the latest issue of the DOGS catalogue.
This is my first post so I'm a little nervous. I am a Jack Russell Terrier, NOT a Jack Russell TERRORIST, as my humans, Frank & Debbie, like to tell their friends. They think they are so cute! Blah is what I say. So what if I take my job as guardian of the house seriously. When people come to the house disguised as postal workers, UPS drivers, repairmen, or Bible salesmen I just assume that they are up to no good and so I bark and growl at them a little. And a little bite at the ankle (I call it a "snip") will drive home the point. Just doing my job. Not a TERRORIST.
Well, it is true I don't like other dogs. Except Sammy who I lived with for a while and who loves to play chase around the yard. But all other dogs better stay out of my place. I don't even like them walking on the sidewalk in front of my house and since I have a dog door I can run out into the yard and chase them away. Lucky for them the yard is fenced in or they would get a lesson they would not soon forget.
And I don't like cats either. I barely tolerate Katie, Frank and Debbie's tabby. But I'll never understand why they like her . She is so aloof. She eats her own hair and then vomits it on to the oriental rugs. Do you think it is coincidence that she never misses the rug? I don't. She brings in decapitated varmin into the house and always leaves them right in the middle of the floor. And they call me a terrorist. Ask the mouse community who fits that bill.
So Frank & Debbie are going on this trip across the USA in an Airstream. Seems kind of small and oh, so preppy, to me. But I've been invited to go, which is more than Katie can say, so I'll go with the flow, for now. I am supposed to blog about the things I see and smell along they way. I'll take some pictures from about one foot off the ground. I'm also very philosophical so I'll let you know what I think from time to time.
Check out my Profile by clicking on my name to the right.
Bark, Bark
This is my first post so I'm a little nervous. I am a Jack Russell Terrier, NOT a Jack Russell TERRORIST, as my humans, Frank & Debbie, like to tell their friends. They think they are so cute! Blah is what I say. So what if I take my job as guardian of the house seriously. When people come to the house disguised as postal workers, UPS drivers, repairmen, or Bible salesmen I just assume that they are up to no good and so I bark and growl at them a little. And a little bite at the ankle (I call it a "snip") will drive home the point. Just doing my job. Not a TERRORIST.
Well, it is true I don't like other dogs. Except Sammy who I lived with for a while and who loves to play chase around the yard. But all other dogs better stay out of my place. I don't even like them walking on the sidewalk in front of my house and since I have a dog door I can run out into the yard and chase them away. Lucky for them the yard is fenced in or they would get a lesson they would not soon forget.
And I don't like cats either. I barely tolerate Katie, Frank and Debbie's tabby. But I'll never understand why they like her . She is so aloof. She eats her own hair and then vomits it on to the oriental rugs. Do you think it is coincidence that she never misses the rug? I don't. She brings in decapitated varmin into the house and always leaves them right in the middle of the floor. And they call me a terrorist. Ask the mouse community who fits that bill.
So Frank & Debbie are going on this trip across the USA in an Airstream. Seems kind of small and oh, so preppy, to me. But I've been invited to go, which is more than Katie can say, so I'll go with the flow, for now. I am supposed to blog about the things I see and smell along they way. I'll take some pictures from about one foot off the ground. I'm also very philosophical so I'll let you know what I think from time to time.
Check out my Profile by clicking on my name to the right.
Bark, Bark
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