Wilma & Fred make it to their 1st. National by Barbara J. Galasso So Wilma and Fred double check to make sure they have Koochie Koo in the car with them this time. They needn't had worried because he made sure they knew he was there all right. Not even an hour into the ride and Kocchie's throwing up all over his crate and even parts of the car for good measure. Wilma says to Fred, "you fed Koochie didn't you?" "Didn't I tell you no food until we got to the hotel Fred". "Oh Wilma, don't start in on me", Fred pleads. "I couldn't stand him watching me eat my "Jimmy Dean" sausages and him not having anything", so yeah, I fed him". "Good Wilma says, now you can get out and clean up after him yourself" So Fred goes around to the back of the car to do the nasty job of cleaning up after Koochie. "Hey Wilma, I put the clean papers down in his crate, but what am I suppose to do with the soiled newspapers?" Wilma bites her tongue and finds herself looking up to the sky. When she can take it no longer, she shouts back to him, "you dopey man, didn't you bring any large garbage bags for accidents like this". "No, I didn't", Fred shouts back. "It wouldn't have hurt you to remember either you know". "I refuse to argue with an idiot Wilma says, so you better get back in the car before one of those 16 wheelers run you over". "Well isn't this just a nice "how do you do" Fred, Wilma spits out at him. Now we have to drive for miles smelling dirty newspapers." "How am I suppose to eat my liverwurst sandwich now?" He whispers under his breath, "I'd like to tell you how you're going to eat it". "What you say hon" Wilma asks. "Nothing my sweet", he answers as he tries to straighten out his toupee that the wind just threw to the other side of his head. "Oh you look adorable Fred, she says. "Come on let's get going, no one's going to notice which side your toupee is on any way." "Oh yeah, what about the girl at the toll booth" he counteracts as he tries to straighten his hair piece out. "Like you're ever going to run into her again," she plays with him. She giggles while he sulks. He does look funny she thinks to herself, but decides this is information better not shared with him. "Wilma, we're driving straight through" Fred says. "I'm not spending any extra money on any motels until we get down to North Carolina." "Cheap, cheap, cheap," she mocks him. "What do you mean cheap Wilma", Fred asks. "Tsk, he say's. "It's costing me $39.99 a night to stay at one of those well known chains, "Motel 54's". "They even have one of those motorized beds for added comfort he says with pride. "Yeah, the ones that vibrate and make all that extra noise to keep me awake at night" Wilma complains. "Hey Wilma, you going to share any of this driving with me?" "It's a 20 hour ride you know." "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.....can't do, can't do", Wilma answers. You know my back just can't take the driving. I got to put my chair in a reclining position to try to get a little shot eye, she moans. Within minutes, Wilma's sleeping and snoring loudly. Right about now, Fred would like to stuff one of those soiled newspapers in Wilma's mouth. Finally, the sign is blinking up ahead and Fred can see Motel 54 a half a mile down the highway. Fred is exhausted. He shakes Wilma awake to let her know they are finally here. Wilma takes Koochie for a walk while Fred unloads the car. They get the key to their room and let themselves in. The smell that greets them when they open the door is enough to make Wilma gag. Fred tells her not even to start complaining. He tells her, "afterall, you asked them for a pet friendly room, so what did you expect it to smell like". "Kind of reminds me of home" he says. Within an hour Koochies fed, and Wilma and Fred have taken their showers and it's lights out time. Wilma can't wait to get some sleep. It's been a long trip. Just as she's ready to close her eyes, she hears the very loud humming of the vibration bed that Fred and Koochie are sharing and now it's her turn to listen as Fred is catching up on his zzzzzz's. Wilma sneaks over to turn the vibration bed off and Koochie growls at her to not even think about it. to be continued....... ============================================================================ POST is Copyrighted 2005. All material remains the property of the original author and of GSD Communication, Inc. NO REPRODUCTIONS or FORWARDS of any kind are permitted without prior permission of the original author AND of the Showgsd-l Management. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL PERSONS ARE ON NOTICE THAT THE FORWARDING, REPRODUCTION OR USE IN ANY MANNER OF ANY MATERIAL WHICH APPEARS ON SHOWGSD-L WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF ALL PARTIES TO THE POST AND THE LIST MANAGEMENT IS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN, AND IS A VIOLATION OF LAW. VIOLATORS OF THIS PROHIBITION WILL BE PROSECUTED. 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