When I first brought Tippy home, almost 7 years ago, I filled her water bowl up from the faucet outside the garage.  When she got thirsty again that day, she walked right up the faucet and looked at me, expectantly.  I turned on the faucet and she started drinking straight the spigot.  She has been doing that ever since.

I need a drink!

One of the things I have taught her is to “Say Please” when she wants a drink – that is to sit politely and wait.  One reason I want her to do that is that the sun shines on that area of the garage and the first bit of water coming out can be hot.

May I have a drink, please?

This past summer I had to have my air conditioner worked on.  The man finished, and was standing at the door of his truck righting up the bill when Tippy decided she wanted a drink.  I said, “Say please.” like I always do, without thinking about it.

I noticed the repairman move and the look on his face was priceless.  It was a “Say what?” moment.

shocked look
Umm. Just exactly what do I need to be asking for politely?

I don’t know what was going through his head, but I’m pretty sure he thought I was telling him to say please for some netherious reason.  He did immediately realize I was talking to Tippy, but I had a good laugh about it after he left.

I have since been more mindful of my surrounds when giving Tippy commands.



Day 4 was our day to come home.  It was a rainy, foggy, dreary day.  The kind I really hate driving in.  I was very tempted to stay an extra day and just chill in the hotel room with Tippy, but I had to get back home.

Tippy was still a little unsure of the elevator, but was doing much better by the end of the trip. I think she knew it was necessary to get from the room to the outside, and back again.

Taco Bell was a nice place for a break.



Because of the rain, I decided to come home via the Cumberland Parkway and US 25E, thus bypassing the interstates.  The traffic was light and the weather cleared up about 2 hours into the trip.  One of the downfalls of not being on the interstate, is that there are no rest areas.  Half-way home, we pulled into a Taco Bell for a break.  I always feel the need to buy something when I stop at a fast food restaurant for a potty break, but I was a rebel this day and did not!





Of course, we had to stop at Veterans Overlook near Bean Station.  It’s just too pretty of a view to bypass.  We had a nice conversation with an English lady who was there with her son and daughter-in-law.  They are the ones who took the picture of me and Tippy.

The monument and flowers at the base of the flag pole are a new addition from when I was last there.  It says, “This monument is to honor all veterans, past and future, for service to the United States of America.”  Some people have placed items with the names of their loved ones there.  It is very touching.

Are we there yet?



I was able to capture this picture of Tippy in the back seat of the car.  I think the caption pretty much expresses how she was feeling at this point in the trip.





After we got home, we took a walk back in the fields.  Then, she got to relax while I unpacked the car and packed it up again with items needed for a Relay For Life fundraiser the next day…..a Jaguar Concours.  I think we both loved our trip, but, as always, it’s nice to be back home.


I do want to give the TownePlace Suites of Bowling Green a thumbs up as a great place to stay with your dog/pet.  All of the staff was very friendly and they thought it was great when Tippy would put her paws up on the counter to see them.  She got lots of lovin’ from them too.  The rooms were very clean and spacious, and the beds were extremely comfortable.  They also had a “free” breakfast, which was decent.  In addition to the cold items, they also had fried eggs and sausage.  However, they do have a fairly steep, non-refundable, one time pet fee of $100.  L. and I think it could be because this is an extended-stay establishment, so, maybe they feel the longer someone is there with their pet, the more likely it is that something will happen.  We were able to negotiate a slightly lower fee.  I would recommend staying there if you are in the Bowling Green area.  (I did not receive any compensation for this truthful review.)


Tippy spends a lot of time outside, so she has an outdoor and an indoor water bowl.  The one I got her for outside is made of a material that won’t get hot if it happens to get in the sun and has space around the bowl on the bottom on the underside.  It had the added benefit, when she was a puppy, that she was unable to pick it up and carry it off.

I left the house at 7:15 this morning.  As is our routine, I tied Tippy out before I left and filled up her bowl.  I was going to be gone longer than normal today and they were calling for thunderstorms after noon, so, late this morning my mom and dad come up, let her run around for a few minutes, and then put her in the house.  When I got home, I took her outside and moved her water bowl into the garage. She sat at the faucet, wanting a drink, as she has done since she was a puppy.

While she was drinking, I looked over to where the water bowl had been sitting, and this is what I saw.

ant pile
What in the world is that?

A HUGE pile of ants 1 to 1.5 inches deep!  How in the world did that many ants get under there?  How did I manage to move the water bowl and NOT see it or get any ants on me?!

I quickly put Tippy back in the house before she decided to investigate by sticking her nose in it.  I got my bug spray and began the extermination of these intruders.  I sprayed, stirred, and sprayed some more.

Once they were all dead and the bug spray had dried, I hosed them off of the driveway so it would be safe for Tippy when she went back out.

I had never seen anything like that before.  Sorry ants.  You picked the wrong place to try to set up housekeeping today.




One of the first things Tippy did when I brought her home, was figure out that her water came from the faucet by the garage door.  She started sitting by the faucet to let me know she wanted a drink, even though her water bowl would be full.


This morning, when I took her out for her morning constitution, she sat by the faucet.  I don’t use that one if it is below freezing, because I am afraid it will freeze up.  Since it was 25 degrees this morning, I told her I would give her a drink inside.  So, she dutifully went on around the house to the side door.  I keep her inside water in the utility room, on a towel, because she is the messiest drinker I have ever seen.  I filled her bowl with fresh water and set it down.  She was standing at the door watching me, but didn’t go in.  Finally, she put her head through the door and looked around.  With ears down and tail between her legs, she went slinking in.  She got a quick drink and then hurried out, still slinking.  I didn’t see or smell anything.  But, I know Tippy, and she doesn’t act like that for no reason.

She wanted right back outside.  When I put her outside water bowl down, she emptied it!  So, I know she was still thirsty.  It is creeping me out a little that I don’t know what is going on in the utility room, but I know it is something.  I’m hoping nothing more than a mouse, but she would be all over that, trying to catch it.  It is a mystery that may not be solved.  If it is, I’ll be sure to let you know.


Tippy started getting worse throughout the week. Not only did she not want to go into the utility room, but she acted like she was afraid to go through any door into a smaller room.  She would look through the crack to make sure nothing was behind it first and then slink in.  Then, she started not wanting to go through the outside door to get in the garage.  Not even a treat would lure her, so I had to use the leash to get her moving forward, then she would come in.

I racked my brain trying to figure out what it could be.  “Maybe she started into her house one day and  a cat or squirrel ran out and startled her.” I thought.  That explanation was proven wrong when I saw her coming out of her house.  Next thought, “When I took her to look at potential kennels, she didn’t want to go through the door and I had to force her.  Maybe that scared her.”  Well, thankfully I journal every day.  So, I looked back and she actually started being afraid the morning before I took her to the kennel.

Having run out of ideas as to the why, I started focusing on how to make it better for her.  I didn’t want her to continue to be afraid of things that she hadn’t been before.  So, I just worked on my energy, making sure that I wasn’t paying too much attention to her actions, unless she needed encouragement, trying to act like everything was as it was before, and being confident that she would go through that door.

For the most part, she is better.  Every once in a while, she will have a set back, but she is moving forward.  I haven’t put her water bowl back into the utility room yet, but she did go in there on her own one day when I was in there.

So, while I have resigned myself to never knowing what scared her in the first place, I am happy that she is getting over her fear.