It's DELOVELY! It's DYNAMIC! It's DeSOTO!

Tom told me that no one born after the 1950s would understand my title, but what the heck, dogs like Rin Tin Tin do. Well the way to my next stop was marred as always by my driver. I swear to Toto and Dorothy he should let me drive. It started out well, but went right down on to the old poop pile faster than you can say, “Napping cat's hats are fat.”

We got all our supplies, got our new internet device and do I have to tell you who left the headlights on and killed the battery? So I sit embarrassed in the store parking lot and wait for somebody to come fix it. Than he runs into major accident, helicopters on the road, police cars everywhere, at first I thought they were stopping everybody to get me new driver, but no such luck. Detour into downtown Podunk, narrow streets, up over curbs, down scary hills, another town, another no name.

Another million hours later, a few nasty winding mountain roads, a few stops to splash water on his face to wake him up, we arrived at the new camp in 7 hours instead of 3. That's when all the trouble started. Well of course the place was closed cause we got here so late, but I called the emergency number and the lady told me the secret code to get past the gate. Imagine if he had asked for it, they would have called the national guard and arrested us.

We pull into, no make that backed up into our campsite. 8 foot embankment to back up over, he was sweating and swearing, but I covered my ears. We got in pretty easy I must say. He got us all set up and than Dick Tracy and Tess Trueheart showed up. They are something called the campsite hosts, wanted to know where our reservation sticker was. Tom was nice, told them we just got here would complete registration in the morning. Well they didn't like that much but since Tom made about 4 of them, they said alright.

Bright and early the next morning we go for a walk. A long walk. A real long walk. We got down to the ranger station eventually and Tom finished registering with the nice ranger lady. He told her that Dick and Tess gave him a temporary sticker, so the ranger said, oh, than I don't need to give you one, that one is fine.

We climbed all over the place, but didn't get to the waterfalls yet. Tom said maybe tomorrow or the next day. We are sitting outside my house reading a book that my friend Janina gave him for Christmas and who pulls up in their little golf cart – yup, Tess and Dick. I was watching Tom close like cause I figured he would rip the little tires off their golf cart in another minute cause they were clearly annoying us. They said the ranger should have given us a permanent sticker

Tom told them what the ranger said asked them if they wanted a receipt. They didn't but I could tell they weren't satisfied. So later that night the ranger stops by and plants a permanent sticker on our site. She did not look too happy, Dick and Tess called her to complain. The ranger said they are the worst campsite hosts she ever ran into, think they are the police instead of greeters. Tom called them Junior G-Men which they ranger lady liked.

Guess who showed up the next day? Guess who put their golf cart in fast reverse when Tom greeted them with some word that began with an A and ended in a hole and asked if they came by to have their golf cart wheels torn off. They have not returned. I was going to bite them but Tom seemed to have the matter well in hand. I did bark and growl at them a lot though, they are volunteers and are only suppose to greet you and help answer questions.

We did have a good time in spite of the Elliot Ness Family. I went for several long, long hikes in the forest, chased lots of rabbits and squirrels. On Tuesday we found a trail that led to Laurel waterfalls. The water was so cool on my belly I just laid right down and the best part is there are no gators. It took us so long to find the trail we were both a little tired, but Tom brought water and a bowl for me, I think he wishes he brought a bowl for himself.

On Wednesday we went back to Laurel Falls, but this time we knew exactly how to get there so we could take a shortcut. I took sips right from the water fall and Tom even went in the pool of water at the bottom.

I found out its called Laurel Falls because of all the Mountain Laurel that grows there, pretty.

Today we are beginning to plan out our next stop, I think it is in Tennessee. Tennessee, I don't even know what onessee means.

Just to make it interesting our refrigerator stopped cooling. Tom moved what he could to the freezer and we ate what we could but I think we are throwing out lots of good stuff. Tom found somebody on line he thought might help. The guy wanted to know if it was plugged in. Tom stopped talking to him after that, he told him it was built in and hard wired after mumbling that A word again. He is now trying to fix it himself.

So we might be leaving a day early if he can't get it running again. Yeah he fixed it, we only lost a quart of milk. So we went back to the waterfall and I went swimming again. Its so cool there, zero people, well Tom, but he isn't really a people. He even figured out how to make the camera work on remote control with something called a hook-e-do. He can't aim too good, but I guess its because he only thinks he knows where the camera is pointing. So lame.

Met some more nice people. They had a German Shepard – big puppy, but I scared him good. Growing up with my peeps Mokie and Remy helped me out on that one.

So tomorrow we are off bright and early to go see some guy named Davy Crockett, heard he kilt him a baar when he was only three.