And 1,800 Miles Later...

On Sunday morning, Max, Marlee, and I left our house at 5 AM with Mom close behind to start our trip to Philly. We stopped and filled up our tank, and hopped in I-20... then on I-59... and finally to I-65 where we ended up in Nashville. There with a smile on his face was Troy ready and waiting for the next 12 hours ahead.

It was a fun ride. We stopped at the Walgreen's for some medicine for Marlee. I don't think the rubber tennis ball she ate for dinner on Saturday agreed with her belly. After a potty break, we hit Jack in the Box for lunch. Jack in the Box got the condiments right on my sandwich, but the chicken breast patty was a little spicier than I bargained for... I got the spicy chicken sandwich, which made my mouth burn to the point that a large sip of Diet Coke didn't even stop the capsaicin tingle.

We continued east to Knoxville and then turned north towards Virginia. I didn't think we would ever get out of VIRGINIA! That has to be the longest drive I've ever been on. We decided to go ahead and go to Baltimore on Sunday and drive all the way through to Philly.

Max and Marlee were so tired. They slept the entire way on a backseat that could have been confused with a 5-star doggie spa. They had a blanket on the seat and sateen covered king size pillows; however, Max preferred to lay all over Marlee. It was really cute, and we were so proud that they made the trip easily.

I know that Troy and I were at our wits end by about 5 hours outside of Philly. I missed every "Welcome to Whatever" state we were in, so I was guessing at to the time... I wasn't very observant while Troy was driving!

We laughed and had plenty of family quality time... but that doesn't mean that I am going to EVER plan to make a drive like that again. My truck seats are permanently indented from our behinds being planted in them for 19 1/2 hours.

When we finally made it into town, it was 2:30 EST, and the pups weren't really excited about their new surroundings. We are doing better now, but Marlee is still a bit spooked about the entire city life thing. Max seems like it... he likes to chase the pigeons and watch the people.

Well... that's about all I've got right now from Philly. I'll write again tomorrow as we continue the search for a grocery store. We still aren't exactly sure how people around here eat other than for the local corner fruit salad and felafel ball stands, but I'm sure that we'll figure it out soon. We'll have to, or we'll be forced to eat turkey sandwiches from the Wawa. Ok... so now I'm just rambling. Enjoy the pictures!