We have a Boston terrier and Fenway loves to go camping with us. The minute we start to load the RV for an adventure he is underfoot and shivering with excitement. He knows the special drawer in our small space where we keep his food, treats, toys, sweater and leash. He watches while we tuck the pillow onto "his" seat so he can sit and view the passing scenery.
During our five RV outings Fenway had the chance to bark at buffalo, chase a magpie, watch turkeys pass by "his" window, eagerly try to follow a prairie dog down into its den, smell all sorts of new smells and anoint thousands of trees from the UP to Texas, Iowa to Seattle, Colorado to Oklahoma....and other states along the way.
Traveling with Fenway makes it a bit more difficult. We don't go out to dinner as often, we spend less time in Museums (although he is perfectly fine waiting in the RV while we do people things). But it's also fun...we've met a lot of nice people who meet us because they want to meet him...and the occasional shop or gallery owner smiles and says "Sure.....bring him in!"
However, on this trip, we have learned that Fenway is just not a big fan of the Southwest. It seems his tender toes attract every burr in the vicinity whenever we try to take him for a walk. He comes to a dead stop, ears flat against his head until we examine each paw and pull out the offending prickle. Then he will slowly agree to continue walking....while avoiding all of that suspicious taller grass-stuff in the area.
So we come to the conclusion that Fenway Underfoot Tender Toes Woodard is a city dog. He likes his two mile Milwaukee walks on sidewalk, his soft green grass in his yard and at the field where he runs.
Yes....he likes to travel but we know he really loves the RV cause it's the only time he gets to sleep with us.
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