Tuesday, September 16, 2008

My life after Ike

It's back in the RV for me. Not that I was tired of my back yard yet. It has only been a week since I got home. But lots of wind came, and it became quite warm in the house. I began to pant and pace. I really do not understand mother nature.

So, off we went, on another adventure to Austin to Camp Sierra. I used to love Camp Sierra, but now, I am so afraid of being left there I can't enjoy its amenities, such as five acres to roam, squirrels, deer and chickens to chase. I used to chase them with the rest of the pack.

Miss Terry feels badly about all this, because she likes me to visit and she swears she never mistreats me when I stay there, which is true, and I really like Miss Terry. She keeps telling me to stick up for myself. Mom says she is going to take me to a doggie hynotist to see what deep dark secret is haunting me.

I have become deathly paranoid of Sierra, who has always been alpha. Now either she is super alpha, or I am super zeta. Just to make matters worse, there were two more dogs visiting after the storm. One of them alpha'd me into a corner, and I never left, not the whole time. I sat at the gate waiting to leave. I came inside only to sit under my dad's legs, and sometimes I moved to the corner of the yard where he was working.

Guess what we did. We built a greenhouse. That's me and Terry and Dad and Scout showing the frame off. Then at the end, I'll show you a completed project photo. By the way, Scout grew up in a crawl space, so you would think he would be grateful to me for bringing Aunt Terry to Yoakum to rescue him. But you know what he is doing instead of being grateful? He's practicing Alpha on me. He knows Sierra won't put up with it. Sure knows how to take advantage of a dog when I'm down. Please, I want to go home!

Well, here's the final project, folks! What is the deal with the see-through? Why go to all that trouble for an invisible shed? I don't get humans sometimes.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

16,200 miles, and then some

Ooiyy! I am one tired dog. How many dogs you know have traveled this far? Anyway, here's a movie of me the way I look in the RV, sleeping my life away.



The next video is me back home, re-adapting to my big old yard.



So, just to show what a smart dog I am, here's a few mileage facts.

We went over 16,000 miles, left May 13, got home September 5th. We bought 957.7 gallons of diesel.Remembering my long division, that's about 17mpg, not bad for a house, I guess. And the cheapest diesel we found was back home in Texas, in Ozona, at $4.09. We paid a high of $6.812 in Bell, which is pretty much in the middle of nowhere on the Cassiar Highway. Who's going to argue with them about their price when they are the only gas station in the territory? We could have paid over $7 in Dawson City, Yukon, but luckily the guy in Chicken Alaska warned us to fill up on his $6 something cheap stuff.

We left that bear Rosabella in Johnson City, and if you ask me, that's a good thing for her. Have you seen the hurricane coming here? I have NEVER been through a hurricane, and this one is a doozie! It's humongous! Tomorrow I will be in the eye of it, and I have to say, I feel a little scared! Mom's been telling me that eye is no big deal, it's the before and after that gets you.

However, I just want to say that I am no wuss! I don't cowar at the least little drop of rain like some previous sammies did. I am ready. Bring it on, Ike!