A brake line in Harvey the RV blew out last week and we couldn't leave Windy Ridge Farm for Lexington, Virginia. We're "stuck". I put "stuck" in quotation marks because, quite honestly, we could have been stuck on the road, or plastered at the base of a huge tree at the bottom of a hill on interstate 81. This is hardly "stuck".
So while Harvey the RV is getting his brake lines replaced, we're staying in a motel with a strict "no pets" policy. This is the dog bed they gave us for Ruby.
Sadly, the other three dogs spend nights in a stall in the barn at Windy Ridge Farms. Hopefully, we'll all be a family and together again tonight.