Saturday...

What a long drive to Indy, by the third hour Jake realized we weren't going to the vet and calmed down and got used to it. When we did arrive in Indy, Carla was on her way to meet Doug half way to pick up the kids from Grandma's, so we didn't need to take pictures of just Dave and I. While we were watching TV that night, Dave broke his tooth. I think he had good timing, better the start of the trip than the end.