I left Maryland at 6 am, Saturday, and drove my mother and the four dogs down to the Florida Keys. Interstate 95 was a ghost town. That's because all the smart people listened to the tv and stayed home.
We made the trip in 20 hours. The pups were amazing. They did great. Even little Allie was a perfect angel. When my stubborn mom gets it in her head that she is going home, nothing will stop her. Even a hurricane won't change her mind. Here's the best part of all. My mother's name is Sandy.
