As we mentioned yesterday, our weekend plans kicked into gear including both a long trip and hitchhikers.

Let’s start with the long trip part where Hu-dad loaded us into the S-RV (Siberian Recreational Vehicle, for those of you not up on your acronyms – or, as Hu-dad’s old employer used to call them – TLA’s – Three Letter Acronyms). The good part is that we have our own special room for traveling.

Every RV should have a Siberian Husky living room.

But then came the hitchhikers. The Hu-grandmom was meeting us for our RV excursion, but that meant we had to bring our cousins, Tartok and Ruby, with us. All great except that they don’t have crates in our living room, so they got to ride in the special digs up front.

Our hitchhikers.

After nearly 8 hours in the RV, we finally arrived, took a really long walk, and then helped the Hu-dad set up our campsite.

Just like at home, we seem to help best by staying out of the way. Never has made sense to us.

And, of course, we reunited our cousins with our Hu-grandmom and her S-RV – right next door to us.

Our cousins settling in to their campsite.

Now all of this may seem idyllic, but we have to warn you about this last part. It is horrible – horrible – and we have even included a picture.

Can you believe that the humans had their dinner outside at the picnic table – right in front of all of us? And to make it worse, we weren’t given our dinner until after they ate.

The horror. The horror.

Once again, we have revealed exactly how rough of a life we live.