I thought Washington was great.  I thought they treated dogs very nicely here. 

I was wrong.

My Welcome Waggin' brought me a root canal.  Here's what I learned today:  When someone tells you that something as about as much fun as a root canal, they do not actually mean it is fun.  Take it from me.

On the up side, I had an entire can of Smothered Comfort for myself tonight.  (Thank you, Star and pack!)  Mmm...Smothered Comfort.

AnyLoo, back to the trip.

Day 137:
We arrive at Bear River State Park in Wyoming.  There are bison and seagulls.  Bark!  Chase!  WhooLoo!  Bison make these tasty little chips that I am not allowed to eat.  Who knew?

Day 284:
I feel as though I have been in the truck my whole life.  Maybe longer.  Spring has lost it, I think.  She has taken to wearing Cheez-Its on her face.  It is the best she has ever looked.

Day 285:
Idaho Ho!  Twin Falls, Idaho welcomes me.  As they should.  We eat Mexican takeout and bark at the other hotel patrons at 1:30 a.m.  The bosses say we are lucky not to be evicted.  I say, they should be proud to have 3 good guard dogs.  They should invite us for biscuits and gravy at the continental breakfast.  The bosses don't agree.

Day 354:
MooseWatch 2008 is a complete bust.  A gazillion miles in the car and just one sqooshed moose that I don't even get to stop to rub my ears in.  Sigh.

Day 456:
We're home!  Yay!  The White House is mine, all mine.  It is not white.  The Secret Service are still very secretive.  Probably that is why the house is sort of green.  More sneaky that way.  I like it anyway.  There are pheasants and quail in my yard.  There are trails and paths everywhere and fantastic things to smell.

Other than that whole "Welcome to Washington!  Have a root canal!" thing, I would say it is a pretty good place to be.