Woof! (that means hello in canine).  I wanted to let everyone know that I am now 2 years old and the majority of my life I have been living and traveling the country in a giant moving house with my mom and dad.  When I first started out traveling, our trips were fairly short and then one day we just stayed in the moving house all the time. We would go from place to place and I would see all kinds of new things.  Especially squirrels. I like to watch them play and run up and down the trees, but I never chase them.  I just sit and watch for as long as mom or dad will let me.  Sometimes I watch endlessly from the giant front window. My mom puts my nice bed that they gave me up on the dashboard so I can watch and keep watch. (security detail you know). One day there was this really giant dog right at my window. I had never seen one so big.  It even scared mom.  But apparently it was a female elk. Mom named her Ellie the Elk.  We just stared at each other through the glass for a long long time.

 Mom and Dad try and take me everywhere with them even on a Schooner and 2 ferries.  When we explore, I have the whole back of the jeep to myself (unless they do shopping and then I am cramped a bit).  Since I am well behaved, they let me walk through all the towns with them and sometimes we stop at places that serve food and I usually get a nice treat of chicken or a burger.  THAT’S my favorite.  One thing though that has become a tradition for me now is that no matter where they take me, before I let them shop or meander, I MUST find a nice piece of grass to take a poop.  Yep, I have christened EVERY town we have stopped in in this manner. I think it just makes mom and dad crazy.  You see sometimes there is NO grass areas within these cities, so they must scurry about trying back alleys etc. just to find some.  When it looks like they have exhausted their efforts, and me in the process, I will just let her rip.  Awwwhhhhhh the relief. Then I am ready to go check things out.

 Then there are the “dog parks.”  I say that with some reservations because I think some of these so-called parks are more like the area in the campground that they couldn’t grow any grass, it was on a weird hill, or just spread out a bunch of gravel, put up some cheesy fencing and called it a “magnificent dog oasis.”  Yeah well…..that don’t cut it. However, I have had the opportunity to be in some that are literally like doggie heaven.  One was actually SO big that I could literally pretend I was running away. (but I wouldn’t run away because I love my family).  Another had these big rocks that I could run and jump on or jump over. I just love that.  And add a few cool pals and I am set to go. But I have to say what I love the best about my travels is the water. So many beautiful lakes, creeks, rivers, and streams that I get to put my paws in and some I go in completely.  I’m pretty sure I can swim so it doesn’t scare me.  The water is always so cool and fresh running over the rocks making such amazing sounds.  Definitely my favorite.  When the days roll into the evenings, I can sit outside on my own raised bed and relax while we listen to music and have a campfire.  I am one truly lucky dog and I just love my adventures.  I have to run now…..mom is calling me to go for a walk.  Until next time……Woof ! (that also means good bye)