Holla. It’s Ella the Dog here, reporting from one of those Dakotas (I can’t remember which). I
hijacked borrowed Mom’s computer, because I’m sure you’re all dying to know how the road trip is really going—and from a pup’s perspective at that. Well, as always I’m all about keeping it real, so I’ll give it to you straight: It’s a lot of driving. In just over two weeks, we’ve gone more than 2,000 miles. I’m not good with numbers, but I’m pretty sure that’s a whole bunch of miles. Good thing I got my driver’s license!
No, I kid. I’m not even one yet, people! I’m pretty sure I have at least another few months left before I can head down to the DMV to take my test. Besides, I prefer not to have to lift a paw if at all possible, and thus, my people parents constructed a throne in the backseat for me so I can see and be seen while still being 1000 percent comfortable, as is my MO.
I’m pretty happy about my new post.
But the coolest thing about traveling in the West is all! that! grass! I don’t have to relieve my bladder on a four-square-foot piece of absorbent plastic any longer .
In fact, while we were in the Canyonlands, Mom and Dad even let me off the leash to run laps for a bit! You can tell I was ever so slightly stoked.
Check out my moves, yo:
Faster than a speeding bullet!
But the best part of the whole trip so far was South Dakota. We stayed at a campground with WILD GEESE, and after so much rain and so many days of being cooped up indoors, Mom and Dad let me out to chase them! It was the best day ever. So what if they were terribly rude and honked in my face (see: 1:55)? I didn’t care. Next time, that goose will be mine…for dinner (*licks chops*).
Yeah, I’ve got a pretty killer life. No complaints here.