Vacation Wonders

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A couple of segments of a vacation adventure.

Because we were out of work for the duration of Covid 19, my wife and I decided to take a much needed vacation.

After I washed and serviced the Motor Home, my wife set about airing out the inside and stocking our home away from home with perceived supplies, board games, and a deck of cards.

We bought two of those plastic-shield face guards and a big package of cloth face masks; as advertised on TV.

We figured that the only time we would need to mingle with the locals would be when we needed to stop for supplies at a market or Wal*Mart, or to get gas.

We called the kids and ask them to check on the house, and bring in the mail, while we were away. Oh, and to leave some dry cat food out for the stray cat that seems to live under our house, and five other places that we know of. We named him Maverick, what else.

Well, with the rig all supplied and gassed up, we were off like a herd of turtles.

Mama and I tend to take longer to get somewhere if we have nowhere to be.


Our first three day layover was in Yellowstone National Park; driving through and shorts walks took us to almost everything that we were in the mood to see. And a good hike among those wide open spaces is what the doctor orders on long trips.

Oh, and just so you know, it is not a good idea to honk your car horn at a Mama Bear that has cubs nearby, even if they are holding up traffic on a park road.

The guy ahead of us did that, and when it was all over his car was not drivable.

So we gave that family a ride to the Lodge where they could rent a car and make arrangements for their dearly departed station wagon; then we sprayed the motor Home with disinfectant and moved on.


In an hour we were headed for Bryce Canyon, and other sights that are in the Dixie National Forest. We could drive to much of what was to see, and there wouldn't be a hordes of people around if we wanted to stretch our legs.


It was on the way to Bryce Canyon when we found ourselves in a little, "Drip-Water," town that didn't seem to have a name; at least I didn't see a sign, or a stop sign for that matter. I swear, if we had blinked at 20 MPH, we would have missed the center of it.

It was warm that day and I was in need of something cool. Mama was in agreement so we began looking for somewhere we might get some drinks.

My wife happened to glance down a side street and saw a little market on a corner. What caught her eye was the Smoothy Sign sticking out and over the doorway; we love smoothies.

I found a place to make a U-turn and we were parked in front of the little market in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

After suiting up with masks and shields, we headed for the front door of this "Mom and Pop" Market. And as we approached I saw a Cocker-Spaniel setting at the door.

I was surprised to see that the dog had, what looked like, a small saddlebag strapped to it's back.

As I opened the door, the dog darted in and trotted over to the counter where the cash register was at, then the dog sat down again.

My wife and I just gave each other that look, you know, about dogs in stores, then we made our way to the smoothy machine.

After getting our smoothies we went to the register to pay, that is where we found the dog's saddlebags being filled with some well placed items.

Then the lady clerk took some money from one of the bags, rang up the purchases, and put the receipt and the change back in the bag. After doing that, the lady opened the front door for the dog to get out.


As we payed for our smoothies, I just had to ask the lady about the dog.

The lady responded, "Oh, that's Goldie. Her owner is a disabled Veteran and he lives at the edge of town. He doesn't get around too good so he trained Goldie to come to the store for him, it took a while but she got the hang of it; she's a smart one."

"I smiled and then said, "I noticed that the Bags aren't very big, so I guess Goldie can't handle the big stuff. Does her owner come to get those?"

The Clerk just chuckled and replied, "Oh no, his goat carries the heavy stuff, --- her name is Agnes."



D. Thurmond / JEF


Submitted: November 27, 2020

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Serge Wlodarski

Good story. I tried that once with my cat but he was gone for three days and when he came back he reeked of catnip.

Sat, November 28th, 2020 11:03am


Male cats are not in the house, at night, sort of creatures. I used to have a Male cat once, {Did I say once?}. It showed up at my door with an ear half torn off, {Why me? Who knows.}. I poured Hydrogen Peroxide on the wound, then I held everything together with cotton, and put the cat on a towel in a corner. Three days later I noticed that he got up and took a drink of water, then went back to the towel for a couple of more days. After a week he wanted out again. --- I called him Pitac, Pain In The Ass, Cat. --- LOL

Sat, November 28th, 2020 2:49pm

Ann Sepino

This sounds like a very enjoyable vacation. I've seen service dogs in action before, but never a service goat. That must be one smart nanny! :)

Sat, November 28th, 2020 2:08pm


Thanks, and I picture her that way.

Sat, November 28th, 2020 2:37pm


An entertaining read, JE.

Sat, November 28th, 2020 6:51pm



Sat, November 28th, 2020 2:36pm

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