Traveling The World with my humans

Yesterday evening my humans started to pack. I mean really pack, like everything. This morning they had an appointment at the bank to talk about a business account. What ever business and account means, it was boring. After we arrived back home they started loading everything in the van. Wait a minute what does that mean? Leaving the desert and going to Canada? I kind of like that idea. Although I will miss everybody here badly. At about 2pm we said goodbye and left. You must know that going from Pahrump to Las Vegas you have to go over a pass, a high one. Well my humans went towards Highway 160, turned onto it and …. the van behaved weird. It could not drive uphill. My mistress went off the highway the next possibility, turned around and went downhill. Everything was fine. They tried again to drive uphill and no luck with that. So my humans decided to go back to Pete’s Autoclinic. They checked, made a test drive and decided that the problem would probably be the air filte

My humans are out of their mind! They seriously building a bed in the van for them selves and I am supposed to sleep on one of the benches. IN THE VAN! I deserve better than that, don’t you agree? This van is really big and there is plenty of room in the back so my humans decided to sleep in the van. But there is not enough room for me on that bed and so they prepared my seat as a bed. I am not sure weather I should like that or not. I do have a window to the right and to the left and I do have enough room to stretch out my legs but only the idea to have to sleep in the van is weird. I don’t like it. I prefer to sleep in bed with my humans although they don’t really like me to do so. I just sneak in during the night. See for yourself how my bed looks like. Do you think this is comfortable? And there is no vent, no a/c, nothing. It will be hot during the night. Sometimes I just can’t understand my humans. Why would you do something like that? At least we will stay one night a

I think I never told you about my friend Cameron. He is a young boy, our friend Ken’s grandson. He is a nice guy; he plays with me and cuddles with me. Sometimes he does not let me sleep when I am tired but he does not speak my body language. He knows the basics but he just does not have the experience with dogs because they don’t have a dog. If they would have a dog he would easily learn dog body language. Cameron is very sensitive and he can feel when people or animals don’t feel good. When he found a mouse that was poisoned with the rat poison he took care of it because he felt so sorry for it. When he accidently hurt one of the pet rats of his sister he cried and made sure it will be ok. He is a smart little guy and he understands more than other kids his age. He might not be perfect in understanding dog body language but he is very good in talking his own language. The way he talks is rather the way an adult would talk. He likes reading that might be the reason for it. He e

The last couple of days my humans took the van to the garage. They said the van needed to be checked if it is good to go to Canada. Is this something like a vet? First they went to the local Dodge dealer, as the van is a dodge. Is dodge something like a breed? I am Australian Shepherd/Golden Retriever but there is no vet just for my mixture of breed. My mistress told me that Dodge is the manufacturer of the car. Well, I am not manufactured, I am all natural. At that garage we had to wait quite a while. They said they would change the oil in the car and check a couple of things. This took a loooooong time. At least there was air conditioning in the room. That customer agent that took care of my humans did not recognize my humans or me. We just have been there 2 days ago to make an appointment. How can you not recognize me? I am very disappointed. Normally people recognize me because my fur is very unique. After almost two hours they were done with looking at the van. Zack, the c

Why do my humans have to get up that early? I need my beauty sleep and getting up before 9:30 am is not appreciated. Today they got up at 7am, way too early if you ask me. The reason for that was that my humans had to go to the DMV – Department of Motor Vehicles. Don’t ask me what that is – remember, I am a dog. My mistress tried to explain that to me. They bought that car/van/bus and now they need to register the car so it has a license plate. Yesterday my humans took me to the garage in town to ask for an appointment. They want to have the car checked before they drive it and the car needs an oil change. What is an oil change? My mistress told me that the engine needs oil to run. What is an engine? Sorry, I just don’t understand all this. My master gave me this explanation: The car is like a dog. A dog has a heart that let’s the body runs and the engine of a car is like the heart of a dog. Ok, I do understand that. The heart runs with blood, which would be gas for a car. To make

Remember, two days ago I told you that I heard the coyotes during the night but I have never seen one? Well, they either red my blog or they can read my mind, feel my vibes or just can read my mind. This morning my mistress was on that thing called computer again. She looked up at the house across the street and saw a coyote. And there was another one. The second one was limping. She went out front to look what they are doing. The coyotes crossed the street and walked on an empty property next to “our” house. When she was out front I was not allowed to come but I was allowed to go in the backyard with her to see what the coyotes were up to. There they were, just strolling around. One of them tried to chase a rabbit. See for yourself on my Facebook Page. My mistress is smart so she took a video. Later we went to Home Depot as my master is making some small repairs on the car and he needed some things for that. My humans know how much I love going shopping (no, I am not female!) and

What a night. I just fell asleep last night when suddenly it got very loud outside. At first all the dogs in the neighborhood started to bark like crazy. I tell you there are a lot of dogs around here, in all sizes and all breads. Most of them have to stay outside all the time. I feel very sorry for them; they don’t know how it is to sleep in your human’s bed – so nice and comfy. All of a sudden, you could hear the coyotes scream. Well, I call it scream as it sounds like they are screaming, a very high frequency. That’s the noise they make when they are hunting. My mistress recorded it so you can hear it on my Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/LupoTraveling/). They weren’t too close this time. Sometimes they are just in front of the house like 5m/16 feet away from our window. I am not interested in these coyotes but they kept me from sleeping. So I started thinking. It’s not like the house we are staying in is in the middle of nowhere and there aren’t any neighbors. Well, i