Since the recent squall that hit Mobile Bay, Alabama, JT and I are reminiscing about our first squall (only squall since). We were dating for a few months and just returned from a cross country drive to meet my parents and explore the Texas Hill country with Whitley. We were blissfully happy.
Whitley, the puppy, enjoyed looking out the window and could not believe what she saw. As I was napping in the back, Whitley, puppy, was sitting up for the first time in the front passenger seat (riding shot gun) staring across the wide open country of west Texas. West Texas had no green that summer, and she only pees on green. Once we left Tyler, TX, she refused every rest area until JT found a potted plant in front of the CVS with a green spike grass in it. She finally made water. On the return drive we left the interstate to confirm why we both love Texas and the citizens so much. Driving behind a vehicle where they have the courtesy to pull over into the driveable shoulder to let you pass while using their turn signals, this is where I want to always live.
