Bandit's Vacation Comments

Do you have any idea what Sharon and Doug are doing to me?

Well, let me tell you. I've been kidnapped and taken from my home in Florida where it was nice and hot, with squirrels in the woods and neighbors homes that I can invade on rainy days.

Instead of my usual peaceful days, supervising Sharon's efforts in the gardens from atop a hot and dusty pile of sand, I've had to endure days of lulled sleep in the back of the Jeep.

In retrospect it isn't so bad, I guess. I do get to go for short walks every hour or so when Doug needs to "go for a walk." And, there are a myriad of smells and sights everywhere we stop that I just haven't experienced before. Plus, I suppose all the attention I get from the hoards of people we see isn't really so bad. As an example, we had gone into a winery for a tasting in a cute little German heritage village called Hermann, Missouri. I was wearing my working vest with the badge that says I'm in training and the pockets that are filled with dog biscuits, water and plastic bags. Anyhow, while there, I was being a really good dog (I mean a REALLY good dog) and wouldn't you know it, one of the people had some samples of bratwurst and cheese and patted me on the head while giving them to me.

Okay - I guess it is kinda okay traveling.

But, let me tell you, if you decide to get in the car and go on a trip, be very careful. It's one thing to see squirrels, pica and chipmunks in the woods by the side of the road. But it's quite another thing to see a great big buffalo (that's what Doug called it) wandering up the road as casual as can be as if he owned the road and got his driver's license years ago. I'll tell you, if that window had been opened about a paw further I would have got that big brute moving quite a bit faster and back into the fields where all his friends were. Now, we had gone for a walk earlier and we saw some scat that I just didn't recognize - kinda like a cow's poop but much, much bigger - boy, did I want to roll in that stuff! Dog o' dog would that have been great!

Anyhow - the campsite we're at now makes me keep a chain on, and there's this little chipmunk that just showed up, so I've got to sign off as it's driving me nuts with that little tail sticking straight up in the air and those quick little teasing movements as it jumps from spot to spot.

To my great misfortune I'm beginning to think that those little animals have engineering backgrounds as they always seem to be just outside the length of my chain. Yeah, I'm on a chain, darn it. Maybe we'll go for another walk and I can stick my nose into the culvert again and finally figure out what is living inside.

Meanwhile, things are going pretty good after all - I suppose I can't complain as it's a dog's life after all. 

You all be good and stay off the furniture.

Bandit