Poor Betty (our motorhome). Her battery is dead as a doornail. Until I get her a new one, she’s comatose and not going anywhere.
Poor me. I’ve been feeling a wanderlust, sparked by Mary Hone’s “Tales from the Backroad” Facebook postings. But with Betty in a coma and me trying hard to make a living, lust must be abated.
My offer on an RV has been accepted and holy crap this is going to happen!
“This is what you’ve been obsessing over for so long? (I still love you)”
I’ve gotten so used to smart phone apps I forget the thrill of a tangible map. You know, the kind you …
- spread out across the hood of your car
- write and doodle all over
- let the dogs ram into, demanding your attention while you’re busy holding one open
- hang on the wall so you can stare it
… dreaming and scheming of all the places to go.
Good, old fashioned paper maps rock!
April 2015 marked my 1-year anniversary as a blogger (wow time flies.) With this milestone, I decided to take the time to review the year and the purpose of Let’s Go Dog.
It was while pondering why the heck I continue to blog, sitting under patio cover on a rainy day with stinky dogs at my feet, when … BAM! … the clouds parted and I made a big decision. And I’m excited to tell you about it!
But first …
Have you ever wondered where the phrase ‘sick as a dog’ comes from?
What do you do with the dogs when you’re as sick as one?
In a few days the dogs and I are leaving on our West Coast Road Trip. And we’re getting that deer-in-the-headlights look.
Do you measure dog road trips by miles, or by duration?
Has someone ever made a casual comment that ended up changing everything for you? Suddenly all the sprockets in your brain line up and you think “Of course! That’s it!”?
That happened to me recently, and now I’m planning a dog road trip!
My sister wants to go on a tropical vacation with me to celebrate my ?0’th birthday this spring. A part of me doesn’t want to go if my dogs can’t go with us. Is that weird?