We officially rolled out at about noon on Friday.

Once Shadow came sprinting out to the yard with her breathless "intelligence report" about the missing food bucket, I knew the clock was ticking. The humans were finalized, the keys were rattling, and Shadow was already trying to claim the co-pilot...

I knew it. I told Patches days ago, but she was too busy tracking a lizard near the porch to listen to seasoned intelligence.

For the past seventy-two hours, the humans have been engaging in a very specific set of behaviors at our Florida base camp. Bags have been moving....

Listen, I’m a fan of adventure, but I’m also a fan of thermodynamics. When the thermometer hits 24 degrees in Central Florida, my professional opinion is that the "Doghouse on Wheels" should stay locked until noon.
I was perfectly content...

Wake up, everyone! The world has turned white, and for once, it’s not because we’re at the beach. We stepped outside this morning in Central Florida and the grass actually crunched.

The humans called it "frost," but...

When we aren’t cruising in the "Doghouse on Wheels" toward our next state, I have a massive responsibility back at home base. You might think being a travel dog is all about naps and new smells, but someone has to keep the Rhode Island Reds in line.

I...