Pot Pie’s Magical Mystery Tour

Okay, so everyone’s excited about my recent vacation. I know, I know… why haven’t I posted something yet? Well, here goes…

In 1814 we took a little trip… no, no, that’s not us… that’s dad consumed by some story on his Nook. Mom, why’d you buy that thing for him? This is going to be a very long post if dad keeps putting his two cents worth in.

We, on the other hand, left the ranch heading for Becky Mountain. Mom, are we there yet?

After about eighty thousand miles and two hundred years, mom and dad finally stopped at a rest area so I could wee-wee. By the way, if they pull that again, their getting a big surprise in the floorboard.

‘On the road again‘ (that’s me barking to the tune of Willie’s hit song), I settled into my traveling mode (which in possum lingo means ‘naptime’).


Hey! We’re here!

No, that’s not where we’re staying, it’s the house at the top of the hill. We’re staying in a barn… with the horses. Well, a house built over a barn.

Here’s our house.

And here’s Cahuna looking out his back door.

One day when the tropical storm was coming through, Cahuna, Arizona, Badger, and Gatlin decided to play hide and seek with mom and dad. Mom and dad drew straws and dad lost, so he had to go out into the rainstorm and lead them in. <snicker>

Here I am in the house. Can you believe mom and dad left me here while they rode horses in the mountains? If I could figure out how to use that talking box on the wall, I’d call child services. (by the way, what happened to my eyes?)

Oh yeah, here’s some overgrown house that it seems everyone was really fascinated by. They called it something like the Biltmore Estate. Personally, I was much more impressed with the unlimited number of marking trees, but you know dad.. he couldn’t get over the library in that place.

The ride home was pretty uneventful. We did stop for a picnic lunch in South Carolina. They had sandwiches and gave me dog food… would someone help me with that talking box on the wall?

I wonder if mom and dad have found their surprise in the floorboard?

(disclaimer from Pot Pie’s dad: sometimes a break from the norm does wonders for the soul. Possum Posts are my method of doing this, so please take his writings with the joyful intent they’re meant to express. And if not, well, Pot Pie says, “take them with a grain of salt”) God Bless

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Seeking the rest that is only promised and found in Christ Jesus, along with my treasured wife of more than twenty-five years, we seek to grow in our relationship with our Heavenly Father, walk with the Holy Spirit as He moves our hearts, loving others always as Jesus loves us, and carry the news of His glory, the wonderful gospel, that gives light and life where there once was only darkness.
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4 Responses to Pot Pie’s Magical Mystery Tour

  1. Debbie says:

    So glad you had a great time. You rock, Pot Pie!

  2. Loved the post friend. Had a real good laugh and glad you enjoyed your vacation Pot Pie.

  3. lambskinny says:

    Hey Pot Pie, if you left a puddle surprise on my floorboard you’d find yourself leashed to the bummer — no, no — just kidding. Glad you had fun with mom and dad. Thanks for sharing your pics and your tail – tale. God bless!

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