

We woke up to a rainy and cool gas station this morning. When we heard the drops on the ceiling a foot above us, we were happy we made the decision to drive down the mountain the nite before. Cousin Joanne firmly recommended (demanded) that we stop at least once at Waffle House, a new breakfast place to us and since it was right next to our camp site (Race Trac Gas Station), we knew it was meant to be. I had one pecan waffle and could not finish it. Our waitress, Anna, could not have been sweeter and as she refilled cup after cup of coffee she told us her cancer survival story and her plans to change careers after 16 years at Waffle House. Anna is just another example of the kind and helpful people we have met along the way. We think Southern Hospitality may be true.
After our Waffle House experience, we headed south to see our old friends Debora and Ken in Nashville, GA. It has been 12 years since we last saw them and we had always said we would stop by. Things were going great until we realized that Mojo had the shits and was barfing too so we stopped at a housing development right off the highway. We walked the dogs and ate and were only there 15 min or so. As we pulled out, we saw the sheriff and knew someone had called on the suspicious looking older couple walking 2 little dogs in the rain, one of which had the runs. We pulled on to the highway and 5 min later, the sheriff had his lights and siren on pulling us over to arrest us for dog walking in someone's neighborhood. After we explained our sick dog situation, we were let go basically because the sheriff was getting wet.
Not knowing if Mojo was seriously ill or not, we kept watching her and on the advice of one vet, got her some Pepto and Pedilyte. Finding a store in Georgia that sold the latter was challenging. That didn't work and Mojo continued to be sick so as we entered Nashville at long last, we decided to stop at the local vet. He checked her and found nothing wrong but thought she needed an x-ray which machine is at their Tifton branch, a half hour away. We immediately headed for Tifton and called the vet to let them know we were on our way. We figured we would be there about 5:15 or so. The vet informed us if we were there at 5:31 or later, we would be charged the $100 emergency fee at which point I told Gary to step on it. We just made it at 5:20, Mojo was x-rayed and they found a small bone piece in her gut which should pass on its own so that was good news. Mojo got some pills which she immediately spits out and her Pedilyte which we refuses to drink but DeDe loves it but she's not sick.
So we call Debora again and tell her now we are on our way and we even have directions but with the rain and the dark nites here and the street signs the size of a credit card, we drive up and down the highway completely lost, tired and with no cell service. I start looking for gun shops and we finally stumble into a liquor store which looks pretty damn good about now. We call Ken, tell him to meet us which he did and we finally arrive with pizza, cake, a somewhat sick dog, one nutty puppy, lots of dirty clothes and oh yeah, all the dishes and cups fell out of the cupboard somewhere along the way.