Wrigley, a 7-year-old Cocker Spaniel, Describes Helping Owners Become Full-time RVers
September 27, 2015
Since our return back home, I had finally convinced my family to have a garage sale. If we are going to get serious about motor-homing fulltime, we have to get rid of stuff. This was planned as a 4-day sale on the weekend of Memorial Day and I quickly got into the swing of things by parting with some of my least favorite items. Never did like dog crates and fences!
Everything was put in place and the sale was advertised to start on May 21 at 9 A.M. Knowing it would be a long weekend we decide to bed down early and be well-rested for the event. This was not meant to be.
It was 6 A.M. on the day of the sale and I woke up from a sound sleep sensing something was wrong outside and I started barking. My dad got up in a groggy state, looked outside and sees a mother bear making a ruckus. He thinks she is interested in the garbage cans he forgot to bring in the night before and goes to retrieve them.
With all the commotion going on, my mom was now awake, looked out the sliding glass door and realizes it is not the garbage cans the bear is screaming at! Mom quickly opened the door and tells dad, “forget the cans, get inside now, she has cubs!” Two baby cubs were in the tree right over my dad’s head and mama bear is letting out a growl! It took close to an hour for mama bear to get the cubs to come down. She must having been scolding them (in bear talk) because they no sooner started to come down when they would run right back up the tree again. Boy, were they going to be in trouble when they get back to the den!
The 2nd and 3rd day things were being loaded into cars, trucks and moving out quickly. The 4th day the sun came up and the garage sale opened with me once again being the greeter. It didn’t take long for me to be labeled as the free entertainment of the day.
While there was a good crowd in the garage, one of the lady customers lets out a scream, started stomping her feet and yelling “a mouse, a mouse!” No problem, Wrigley on patrol here. The rodent ran behind a refrigerator that was for sale, across some shelves, and under the garden hose hung on the wall with me in hot pursuit! I chased it out of the garage with everyone laughing and cheering, “get it Wrigley, go, Wrigley, go!” Let me just say it wasn’t a lucky day for that mouse, but the lady did buy the refrigerator.
Well, for my first garage sale, I didn’t know it would hold so many adventures. Let me recap it: it had a beanie baby lion that sold, an oil painting of a tiger, bears (for real), and, oh yes, a mouse! Lions, tigers, bears, and a mouse, oh my! Are all garage sales this much work? Boy, I was exhausted, but can’t wait to see what happens at any of our future sales.
This is the sixth in a series of articles by Judy Andreotti about her family's RV adventures told through the eyes of their dog 'Wrigley'. Like most families who decide to become full-time RVers, the Andreotti's have to downsize their belongings. If you would like advice and help on becoming a full-time RVer, please read some of our past blogs in our 'Things to Know' category and contact one of our Lazydays RV eperts online who will help you with more ideas.
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