So, this past weekend we traveled to my aunt's house in Pittsburgh for the Easter holiday weekend, home of my furry cousins and the Labrador horse next door. Holly and Rusty had never accompanied us to Pittsburgh before, because Rusty did not play nicely with others (particularly not his cousins Lily and Molly). However, between Rusty dying last month and the fact that my parents are having their kitchen redone, Holly is having quite the traumatic couple of weeks, so she came with us. However, her trauma wasn't over. First, she had to suffer the indignities of the seatbelt I bought her for the car ride:
She was also rather confused when we left her in the car to go into the souvenir shop in the very exciting town of Breezewood, which has more Steeler merchandise than I've ever seen in one place outside of Pittsburgh. Of course, this errand was the reason that my mother wanted me to leave my office as early as I did, work be damned.
We also stopped at the world's most awesome candy store, which, in addition to frightening Holly when we left her in the car, also made her angry when we wouldn't give her any chocolate.
Once we arrived in Pittsburgh, Holly was still rather confused. She spent a bit of time exploring her new surroundings:
and then spent the rest of the evening moving from lap to lap so as to avoid altercations with her furry cousins. 
By Saturday, she had gotten more used to her new situation. Not completely, though...just to Hunter the Beast, who is easily five times her size. Apparently, she likes them tall, dark, and stupid. She spent the better part of the day glued to his side:
before trying to entice him to play with flirtatious tail-wagging (apologies for the strange camera angles at the end).
Clearly the tail-wagging worked - he was soon chasing her too, although I'm not entirely convinced that it wasn't because he hoped she'd throw a ball for him to fetch.
She did eventually warm up to her furry cousins as well - she and Kiley took a nap together,
and while she and Lily were never exactly friends, they did sit close to each other by the end of the weekend.
Despite the fun she had, and the new gentleman friend she made, she was ready to go home on Sunday (despite the seatbelt hatred).
Oh, and on the way out of town, we drove past a house who had put bunny ears on the reindeer figurines in their front yard, which had been there since Christmas. Niiiiiice.
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You thought bunny ears on reindeer were bad! Today, near the Gettysburg Outlets, I saw a van with bunny ears (ala sports-teams flags style), a pink nose (in between the headlights, of course), and a cotton-tail (on the rear bumper). Beat that.
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