Trip Highlights from a 4 paws

Well, I know some of you have gone into Goldenrodontheroad withdrawal and actually I have missed writing.
I thought I would give all my 4-paws buddies some ontheroad advice. Rest stops for doggies in Iowas and Nebraska are really really nice. They are near the tall corny stuff my Mom likes, with lots of good smells of mice and field things. In Nebraska there are nice 2 paws at rest areas who ask 'how are you' 'do you like traveling' and then they scratch you on the head. One not so good things was the loud rain with the crashing lights--ooooh don't like those crashing lights sounds. Sounds like a very big 4 paws bearing down on me--nope--was glad to leave the plains, my Mom called them that.

Then to Denver and a place with hills and sunsets and then to a very nice hotel lady that I told you about. But--no resting places--so I had to pee behind a gas station--the humiliation! They like big skys and hills, but not so much other 2 paws or 4 paws that need resting places.



I came then to a place called New Mexico. Wonder if there is an Old Mexico? This newish Mexico place had a great rest place with lots of wooden building and a place for me to go off by the rocks--huff, puff....arghhh...comeon Mom...off by the puff rocks. And then she says NO loud and Mom-like and I don't go to the rocks--again the humiliation I have to pee on the sand where all the 2 paws can see me. I turn my back and then look over my shoulder and there is a strange granny 2 paws smiling at me--the humiliation!!

We go back to the big wheeler box and Mom gets out her picture thing and I sit up and get ready to smileand POP--she takes the picture above--not me..and she says this is why I get to go to no rocks here. She takes pictures then of mountains, sunset, ROCKS, but not of me! And I am smiling all along! All right--enough--I'm going to nap now.

Da Cape

We went to Cape Cod again...woohoo...one of my favorite places. The water, the dead fish, the waves, the dead crabs, the sand, the dead stinky stuff all caught up in the sea weed. Sushi for a dog!! Long walks along the water by woodsy hole cannot compare to anything else anywhere. But then there are long walks in the red rocks they tell me. Mom buys fish and chips and shares with me. She gets crabby cakes and they are not grumpy at all, but quite tasty. She gets nilla icey cream for me and chucalatte for herself. Life is good--even the long drive in the car. Don't mind jumping in the back, except after longs long walks and runs on the beach. Then I am very happy to have the green ramp that mysterious liver biscotti's appear on; so I walk up the ramp nibbling biscotti as I go.
Mom says these long rides are training for our cross country road trip. That we will drive forever and stop in strange places with strange smells. We don't know when this will take place. That is part of the adventure.

Preparation

I think I have been in training for this my whole life.

Hi, my name is Goldie, well actually Goldenrod Crawford Vickers and I am almost 8 years old. When I was 12 weeks old I travelled from Virginia to Massachusetts with my sister, Guinivere. So I guess you could say I started out travelling.

I am in training now for an upcoming road trip from Hopkinton Massachusetts to Tucson Arizona. And I am in training to become a rock climbing, cactus avoiding, snake respecting and javelina avoiding retriever.

I have had a good life here in Massachusetts. On the borders of the Big Field and Lake Whitehall, I have tracked deer and rabbit, mice and ground hogs, coyote and red fox. I have swam with wood and mallard ducks, snapping turtles and beaver. I have caught fish and birds on the fly. I know the borders of my territory like I know my sisters smell. Soon I am to go on a road trip to live in another land, have another adventure, track other critters and see the moon and a billion stars at night with the sounds of wildlife like I have never heard before.

I will know new things. I am in training.