It's 9:45. John finally packed his stuff. He was waiting for the dogs to be distracted. He didn't want to upset them. They hate for their people to put things in those black, zippery boxes. They are now at their grandmother's house. Perhaps grandmothers are better for your four-legged babies than isyourdogalive blogging sons.
The last time we went out of the country together, while scuba diving at the Great Barrier Reef, John met with a little problem.
We are wondering what sort of trouble he'll get into this time. We'll keep you posted.
The shuttle is coming for us tomorrow morning at 6:45.