I knew Karl and Leah had done something whacky when we started camping in our truck in the guest parking lot in front of our house. At first I missed my 4 beds. But as soon as we hit the road and headed south I realized how much I had needed a break from the elitist dogs in Boulder.
After we crossed the border, Karl and Leah seemed real nervous. But they chilled out a bit when we got to Monterrey. Unfortunately, things took at turn for the worse during our stay there. I ate a burr which lodged in my throat causing me to choke on it for several days. However, as we continued to head south I started to have more fun, hanging out with “pets” in campgrounds and mixing it up with street dogs in Central Mexico. Karl and Leah never leave home without pepper spray and a taser to fend off aggressive dogs. But I personally think they are being paranoid.
One of the coolest things about the trip so far, in addition to connecting with a broader community of dogs, has been being with Karl and Leah almost 100% of the time. Since there’s not enough space for me to have my own bed in the rig, my bed is now their bed, which is pretty cool. Of course, it’s really hard to sleep when the local bands play live music with way too many tubas and shoot off fireworks all night long. But hey, so far this trip has been pretty cool. I’m even getting my own page on the website, ‘Guided by Oz,’ so stay tuned!