Today, we had to travel down to Kingston and near Napanee. Peter's mother is very ill and a visit could not wait. I wanted to keep him company so we simply piled Rockwell in the car and headed out. I called my parents who live on the way (in Kingston) and they graciously agreed that I could stay for the day with them. My Dad is very allergic to dogs so I thought we should just hang out at a mall but they said, "nonsense" and insisted I bring Rockwell along to their apartment.

Rockwell loves riding in cars and if one pulls into the driveway, he leaps out of the house and into the car without a by-your-leave. We draped the back seat with an old sheet and he is looking out the rear window, wondering why we aren't on the road yet.

Driving down the highway, I held the camera out at arm's length to take his picture and he pulled back just in time for the photo to catch his ears, catching on the seat.

While Peter drove on to near Napanee to sit with his mother, my parents took us out to lunch. We sat at a sidewalk cafe and I gave the camera to Mum to take his photo when he popped his head above the table.

After much licking of the pavement under the table, he settled to watch the world go by (mostly).

At one point, I gave my Dad the leash and got this photo of Rockwell with his tongue hanging out, hauling Dad along the sidewalk as if his life depended on it. Dad's hand is only a little bit blue from having the circulation cut off by the leash.

Finally, I got this little portrait of my folks with Rockwell.

Peter had a nice visit with his mother and I got to be grateful for the great parents that I have.