Since adopting the abandoned puppy, we’ve been wondering what he is. We are pretty sure one of Scout’s parents is a german shepherd. But, what about the other parent?
At first we thought Scout was all german shepherd despite his droopy ears. Every german shepherd puppy has droopy ears for 8 weeks. But, by 4 to 7 months the ears should be erect. Scout’s ears never quite came up.
Ears coming up? Scout at 4 months.
Not that Scout didn’t tease. When Scout was approximately 12-weeks-old one ear starting going up. Then the other. They got 3/4 of the way. Then at five months the ears headed south.
Scout, 70 lbs. and 7-months
Scout is now a 7-month-old. And he has changed even more. He weighs 70-lbs. His tail curls over his back like a pug. He seems to be getting jowels.
Is he part mastiff? Pit bull? Bulldog? Pug?
It takes 6 to 8 weeks for test results. We are on pins and needles. How can Maury handle the suspense 5 days a week?
They trimmed the trees every day it didn’t rain while we were in Fort Lauderdale. The hood of the poor little silver car under the tree took a battering.
We are staying in a five-star resort.
That is a good thing, right?
Our room is gorgeous. It’s beautifully decorated. The layout is cute and trendy. There is a whirlpool bathtub I love. However, the widescreen television has a grainy picture. And worse yet…
We don’t have internet in our rooms.
Everyone has internet! Everyone! The resort management assured us we WILL be able to go online. They tell us how to get to the internet room for guests which is conveniently located blocks away in the resort office.
DH and I check it out.
The room is not large. Jam-packed, with 6 computers on desks pushed end-to-end and people waiting, it is a little crowded. We are told to be considerate of other guests and not to take up more than 15 minutes of time. YIKES!
The resort does offer classes. I can learn to make a vacation scrapbook. I can do morning stretches in the pool at 6 a.m. I can play bingo or take the shuttle bus to tourist attractions.
But, I want to read books outside…preferably on a beach with warm breezes. Unfortunately, the company that booked our vacation didn’t book a resort on the beach for our time in Fort Lauderdale. We are in a building six stories high that is one of over a hundred. People are everywhere. There is a pool. But you have to get up early to snag a lounge chair. You also have to be able to ignore the tree trimming going on by the pool. (See the youtube video at the top of this post.)
It didn’t help that we had days of rain in Fort Lauderdale accompanied by tornado watches and warnings.
We also had some excitement when an ambulance was called to our building in the early hours of the morning. Just like with Britney Spears there were cops and a young woman that was eventually strapped down to a stretcher and taken away.
An ambulance was called to the room below ours.
But, the worst trouble in our Fort Lauderdale paradise happened at a convenience store/gas station.
My husband got gas, ordered a “drive-through” carwash and paid for both at the gas pump.
Only there was no carwash code on his receipt. My husband tried to go in the store to get either a code or refund. The door was locked.
It was noon.
My husband and another customer (who’d also ordered a carwash) could see a cashier at the register inside the store. They knocked on the window. The cashier ignored them.
My husband called the cashier on his cell phone.
“We’re closed.” said the cashier.
“We need either a carwash code or our money back,” said my husband.
The door stayed shut.
I know a good story for my blog when I see one. I started taking pictures of the gas station. And…the cashier opened the door and gave my husband and the other customer carwash codes.
The other customer who’d ordered a carwash was a lady. So my husband let her go first.
Which was lucky for us.
Halfway through washing the lady’s SUV, the “drive-through” carwash broke down. The lady’s SUV was covered with soap and green chemicals. And, while the clerk had left the door to the store unlocked, she refused to do more. She didn’t offer the lady with the SUV a hose or bucket of water to rinse her vehicle. I didn’t see her give the lady a refund.
This poor SUV is covered with soap and green chemicals.
We left. We didn’t get our Jeep washed that day. I don’t know what happened to the lady with soap all over her SUV.
This is “the” gas station.
But, in my opinion, this gas station earned its place on my blog.
Fortunately, rainbows often follow rain. After Fort Lauderdale we headed for Ft. Myers Beach