Enough traveling already!

Pecos was at his tipping point. Normally our out-of-town trips consist of no more than a long weekend – long enough for him to revel in our return, as noticed by the increased barking, tail wagging, and affectionate ear licking I so like to call our “secret sharing” moment, but short enough for him to tolerate the raw abhorrence, nay, revulsion coming from Baci, Jay and Linda’s 6,000-year-old Yorkie.

But this past trip was too long, he thought. Eight days away followed by a teasing day back in town that only tortured him, followed by three full days away. It was too much. All too much.

Thankfully, after Kathryn and Antonio’s trip here, Kate and I were able to relax for a full week, resuming our individually indented positions on the couch and watching some good old Scrubs.

We also went to the annual Wiesbaden winefest with this chipper looking bunch, including the lofty gentleman in the middle, Mr. Josh Ireland, who, although is tall, is by no means the enormous giant he appears to be here, where he is actually standing on a step.

Kate and I had too much to drink here. So much so that Kate actually began to appreciate the shirt I was wearing. Kate and Pecos got some alone time the following week, when I went to Nashville, Tenn., for some good old fashioned barbeque. And, of course, what trip to Nashville would be complete without an hour-long guided tour in the 103-degree heat and 95% humidity of the Old Hickory Power Plant? (I love my tour guides shirt, though).But before Pecos could bark out the Armor Hotdogs theme, which he likes to do so much, I was back in town and we were resting up again, with our faithful companion Scrubs, taking a breather before our next big trip: Sweden.