Wednesday, September 21, 2011

OUR STORY Part 68: RAMPS, CAMPS & GOOD OLD SAM

Lots of preparation work today. We are trying to think things through; researching online discussion forums, and RV maintenance information websites; basically increasing our knowledge bank on the do's and don'ts of living out of a trailer. They say "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." Mike and Netty Daniel are now officially members of the "Good Sam Club!"

We have been taking the dogs on some road trips, getting them used to traveling in the truck. They've just always been house dogs. In the process we are having a little trouble with getting them in and out of the truck.

The seats set fairly high off the ground to where they literally have to jump straight down a few feet and this concerns me. I know from experience that one of the easiest ways to cause injury to a dog is to have them run down stairs or jump down from a high area putting stress impact on their vertebrae. As a result of an injury to my service dog during field training; she had to have two vertebrae fused together.

They do sell dog ramps online and at pet stores, but they aren't cheap. So today Mike set me up with a hammer, some nails, an old area rug and a 2 x 12 board. Wallah! We now have a custom made dog ramp!

Mike got the leveling boards cut down, the spare tire cable locked, and the license plate attached to the bumper of the trailer. So many little things to take care of before we load up what little remains of our lives.

Yesterday when we came home there was a man pulling away from our property. I remembered him from the estate sale; acting very odd as he roamed through the house checking it out with no apparent interest in the items for sale. Slacks, collared shirt and short brown hair; a white collar business type. This just is par for the course of how our lives have been over the past couple of years. Oglers, and drive-byes along the front of our property and the back fence line as well. Sometimes getting out and starring with no consideration of our back yard privacy.

NOT IN A FLOOD ZONE?

GOOD BYE HUMBLE ACRES


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