Articles in Category: Dogs Eye-view
Nothing smells as good as our RV. It has just the right blend of hot dogs, sunshine, Joey's sleeping bad, and the M&Ms he dropped behind the seat last summer. For days this week, I helped Mom pack the RV's galley, supervising while she stowed away towels, cereal, silverware, and — most important of all — my dog food. I also helped Dad examine the engine, making serious-sounding thinking noises while he topped off fluids and tested the lights. I tried to help him with washing it, too. When the hose attacked the RV, I attacked the hose, and that was when Dad decided that I should go inside to help Joey pack.
Finally, finally – we’re at the trailhead! All week long, Joey’s been taking me out after dinner to walk around the neighborhood with Mom and Dad. Dad calls these “shake-down hikes.” He wears a pack and leather boots, and says we should all notice anything that rubs us the wrong way. Nothing rubs me the wrong way when I’m walking, I’m glad to report! I loved those trots around the block, but Joey said I’d love our hike even more. That does seem likely since I love things that involve the RV almost as much as I love beef jerky.