Bear here. It’s been a doggone rollercoaster of a week. From King of the Burger, to King of the Kennel, I’ve had my ups and downs. At my last post we were headed to TX. That didn’t turn out as the humans planned.
They had a monumental bug situation. Being a dog I’ve had my fair share of creepy crawlies on my hide, but this was much more severe. These buggers were everywhere, in my ears, up my nose and even trying to claim ownership of my feed bag. That’s where I draw the line. They can have the Ritz crackers and Fruit Loops, but don’t lay one antennae on my gosh darn Pro Plan! They brought me to stay at their friend’s house for the day while they tackled the problem. It was a good time, but It was a tad disappointing to not see the giant Texas steaks and beautiful canine bitches I heard so much about.
While back on the road headed to New Mexico, I heard some talk about burgers…FINALLY! My salivary glands went into overdrive as we pulled into a place they called “Burger King”. I liked the sound of it. But, oh no, as we approached the entrance I saw the fateful sign of doom I’ve seen many times before… NO PETS 🙁 Bean and I were tied outside in the shade with a towel to lay on and given a cold bowl of water. It was nice to be out of the truck but not as nice as a juicy Angus burger would’ve been. When the humans came out, they donned me with a paper crown, snapped my picture and anointed me as The King of the Burgers. Their affections were plentiful and got my tail wagging again. And little Sadie managed to smuggle a few french fries for me as well. Man, I love that kid.
After much traveling, the leader of the pack was tired of driving and strung out on Red Bull and mama human found us a place to stay. I could smell immediately that it was not top choice accommodations. We arrived in Abeline, TX. in complete darkness and I knew I would be on duty all night. This place was a dump even by dog standards. I slept with one eye open and was happy to leave in the morning and grateful that I didn’t have to get all Cujo on anyone.
We arrived in Carlsbad, NM. and everyone was overjoyed with the idea of staying in one place for a few days. This campground had 2 dog parks, so I was excited to stay as well. We took a long walk around the grounds to explore and stretch our legs. I got to sniff a few butts and mark my new territory so I was satisfied. Then they did something they had never done before. They left me unattended in the camper for a couple of hours. Although I was tempted, I proved that I could resist chewing on their shoes and raiding the trashcan. Mama human was so proud that she praised me as though I had just taken Best in Show.
The next morning, when Bean and I finally got to the dog parks, we discovered that they were nothing to bark about. They had many burrs and spikey thorns that were sticking into our feet. Poor little Bean had a harder time with it than me. Thankfully the humans pulled them out one by one and didn’t bring us back to that hellish fenced area they call a park. I wonder if they would put their own kids in a playground filled with fire ants and thorns? On a positive note, they did buy me a new outdoor green grass carpet to lay on. My, oh my, what a pleasure!
The next day I was ecstatic to find out that they were bringing me with them to Carlsbad Caverns. An awesome adventure! I was delighted with the thought of seeing real live bats and feeling the cool underground air. It started out amazing and I got to have my first drink out of a natural pond at the bottom of a mountain. It was heavenly and I felt an instinctual connection to my canine roots. This is what it must be like to be a wolf and have the call of the wild running through your veins. After a fabulous picnic lunch at the exterior of the caverns we walked up to a building with a big brown sign with the letters K-E-N-N-E-L on the door. They started to bring me inside and suddenly I felt uneasy. “Wait, wait, this is not the way to the caverns! What about the bats, crystal formations, and all those stalagmites and stalactites?” They weren’t hearing me 🙁
I had to wait in a cage while the rest of my family went to explore the most beautiful caverns in America. It was not my finest two hours. A boorish lady with yellow teeth and coffee breath kept sticking her nose in my grill asking me, “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” Again with that ridiculous question. Lucky for me they didn’t do the guided tour or it would have been longer. Sure, how very considerate of them!
Currently, we are at Lazydays RV resort in Tucson, AZ. The humans are really making up for leaving me at the kennel because this place is 5 paws up! Can’t beat the leash free dog park here with no ants, thorns, or other hazards. It has shade and grass and big cold bowls of agua. Benches under the trees ensure we get extra playtime while the humans are comfortable. They gave us butt scratches, belly rubs, and Beggin’ Strips. What more could a pooch ask for? Not to mention the female Newfoundland that I frolicked with this morning was simply magnificent. What a looker. Now this is a campground!
The dog days of summer are coming to an end and I am looking forward to the cooler climates and open camper doors. I love to people watch from the comfort of the couch while viewing my favorite show, Dogs 101. Thank God for Animal Planet. Happy tails my friends 🙂