700 RV Miles in 25 Hours

Hello! It’s me.


We left Arizona yesterday around 4:30pm. By 5:15pm today, we were just south of Carson City, over in northeast Nevada.

These afternoon drives pointed Northwest, and that’s a problem, because that’s where the Sun is. Mom did her best to hide me from harmful rays.


Or maybe she hid me from ALIENS, #amirite?


I’m relegated to an 18 inch by 45 inch makeshift bench seat that Dad created from bed form and blankets purchased at Walmart. While I appreciate the effort, I’d prefer to spend time on Mom’s lap.


Check out what Dad calls a “concept photo”.


We are taking a very different route north this year … through Vegas and Pahrump, then up US-95 to US-6, where we crossed the Sierra Nevada mountains while I crossed my legs waiting for a pullout.


Mom coaxed Dad into an “unscheduled pit stop”.


FYI – gold was discovered near this monument … I came up empty, which was a bit of a disappointment.


We are staying at a KOA campground just south of Carson City. Their website promised a Restaurant, and they most certainly delivered, albeit with a caveat … the Restaurant is permanently closed.


Mom cobbled together ravioli and a salad in lieu of a campground diner.

By this time tomorrow night, we’ll be in Klamath Falls, in Southern Oregon, and our time in the Pacific Northwest shall begin. Between now and then we’ll navigate another 279 miles of curves, bumps, and hills. I’ll sit in my 18″ x 45″ improvised bench seat, awaiting arrival.

P.S.: During our trip, Mom occasionally enters buildings without my permission. This is not acceptable behavior. My solemn promise to you is this … I will not leave my post unless Mom reappears through the same door she entered.


P.P.S.:  Sometimes I just need a friend, somebody who sees the world the way I do and not as a 350 mile a day “dash” across America. Surely you can understand.


P.P.P.S.:  Maybe this is why I need a friend … hundreds upon hundreds of empty and bumpy miles.







And Away We Go!

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That’s me … in “pensive mode”, #amirite?

And who could blame me? In about four hours we begin an RV trip to the Pacific Northwest. By sunset we’ll be in the luxurious confines of beautiful Pahrump, Nevada. This is an alternate route … Dad originally proposed taking US395 north from the Riverside area, but incessant earthquakes along the route required a change of course. Instead, we’ll skirt past Death Valley, hoping not to get our eyes pecked-out by buzzards #thoughtsandprayers


Hello, it’s me!!


We’ve reached that time of the year … that warm, WARM time of the year. Outdoor time is reserved for 6:30am, #amirite?


A lot of the day is spent indoors. And while resting, I like to take advantage of the concept of leverage. Case in point:


Did you see what I did there? No? Let me show you.


If the back of the couch ever decided to do anything, my rear right leg is there to stop the madness. This is how I maintain leverage over my Dad in bed … in the middle of the night a right rear drumstick in Dad’s back is all it takes to prevent 250 or more pounds of thunder from crushing me. Whether it is Dad’s back or an inanimate object, I apply leverage in an effort to control the situation during these boiling-hot days of late June.

A New Friend!

Hello, it’s me!



When it is 110 degrees out and you’re finding a shady spot to do your duties, it gets a bit lonely.

Making matters worse today is that Grandma and Grandpa took their fancy new-old car back to Wisconsin, leaving me with fewer people to protect.


But the real kick in the belly happened yesterday, when I had to leave California and say goodbye to my new girlfriend … Stella!


Obviously Stella loved me after I told her I worked really hard to shave off a few pounds. She admired my determination fostered by a lack of access to food.

We spent a whole day together while attending the High School Graduation Party of my dear friend Julia and buddy Luke. Stella and I were (to be brutally honest) inseparable.


We had real conversations:

Dash: Wanna play?

Stella: Wanna play?

Dash:  I’ll play!

Stella:  I’ll play!

Dash:  I’ll use my girthy frame to push you.

Stella:  I’ll use my stealthy maneuverability to constantly nudge my nose into your ear.

Dash:  You mean whisper sweet nothings into my ear?

Stella:  What?

Dash:  Too soon, #amirite?

Stella:  Wanna play?

Dash:  I’ll play!

Stella:  I’m exhausted.

Dash:  Let’s lie down for awhile.

Stella:  Ok.

Dash:  I’m bored.

Stella:  Me too.

Dash:  Wanna play?

Stella:  I’ll play!

Dash:  Good!

And so it went with my dear friend Stella!

Without Grandma and Grandpa and Julia and Luke and Stella to warm my heart, I was left to defend the homestead. And defend the homestead I did!


Remain Vigilant

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I know, trouble.

That house with the car in the driveway has been vacant for three months. And now out of nowhere there’s a moving truck there and two cars at times in the driveway and some guy lying on his back assembling something from IKEA or whatever. No matter how you slice it, I’ve gotta keep an eye on the situation. Somebody must remain vigilant, #amirite?

I suppose the day got off on the wrong foot when Dad sampled a playlist on Spotify and this came up.


I don’t trust an album named “Chupacabra”.

Nor should you.

However, the day turned nice when my neighbor Leigan stopped by. You’ll have to visit my website (https://wordpress.com) to see the video if you are reading via email, but it is worth it to watch my tail sing with joy!

Maybe Leigan could help me monitor the new home owners across the street … at least that way I’d have company if a chupacabra happened to stroll by …

A Short RV Trip

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Mom wanted to do some quilting at a multi-day session, so off to Temecula, California we went for a week of fun.

Dad and I did the “man” thing. He worked, I worked over crunchables, #amirite?


There were times I was left in the RV by myself … those were not times I enjoyed.


For several days, the RV had a problem. Water pressure from the city connection was TOO STRONG … so strong that it blew through the pressure regulator, then blew through the check value in the water pump, and then continually overflowed the fresh water tank. Yeah, that’s not a good thing.

So on Tuesday afternoon Dad told me we were driving toward Escondido to visit Camping World.


Skeptical that we’d have fun, I elected to embark on the mission. After stopping at Camping World, Dad promised to take me down to the ocean. Off to Oceanside / Carlsbad we went.


We parked the RV. I asked Dad if we could head down to the beach? He said YES!!



That’s where we ran into trouble.



Turns out Oceanside and Carlsbad don’t think much of me. So I was relegated to the passenger seat for the duration of our visit, which as it turned out wasn’t very long.


While I enjoyed my trip, I did not enjoy the discrimination I faced along the way. Fortunately, I was welcomed back by Arizona’s warm, dry, loving arms.