Soon it was time to discover places in Arizona.

 

The first place I took Bucket was to Jerome, Arizona which is known as a ghost town. 

 

Exploring the town we built an appetite. It was now lunch time and Bucket experienced his first 'haunted' hamburger. 

 

He said the burger tasted 'ghostly,' especially the onions.

 

After lunch we walked into one of the Jerome stores and met a big dog named Maynard. 

 

He is such a great dog and gave us a ride around the store.

 

We dodged greeting card racks, shelving units and customers.  We held on tight as he ran around.

 

At one point Bucket leaned back at me and told me he had no seat belt. 

 

I comforted him by saying, "if Maynard stopped suddenly and you flew backwards I would catch you." 

 

I did not want to discuss what would happen if he went flying forward, because I had no answer for that action!

 

 

Upon Bucket's near escape from the ghost, he found a bell on the counter; he punched it until his arm was sore. 

 

No one came to his rescue because the shop owner and

I were behind curtains laughing quietly. 

 

We finally confessed and told Bucket the ghost was a prop in the store to welcome customers.

 

Now, I have to be on my guard because Bucket will find some way to return the joke.

Before we left Jerome Bucket had seen so many ghosts that he qualified as a tour guide!

 

"Ouch, I think I am stuck in the door handle."