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Published: July 18th 2023
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Hello friends!
I’m gonna tell you a small tale about how lucky I am to be hanging around Frenchy. It has seriously been fun, tons of adventure and some weird stuff that I still can’t explain.
When I first came to North Dakota, I was only a couple of pounds, scared of everything and then within a week we were flying on an airplane. Wow! You ever been on a plane? I had a big soft sided bedroom thing that she jammed me in, and I got to hang out under the seat all the way to Florida. This was a couple of years ago when we went and picked up the RV. My buddy has spent so much time entertaining me with travel, travel, and more travel! She began with me riding in my travel backpack as a cute pup. It was love at first ride and I couldn’t be happier as time has ticked by.
Let me start off by saying that I love Frenchy, I really do. She feeds me and we play, and she takes me for walks and then at the end of the day, I have started to sleep on her bed
– although I feel like she isn’t crazy about that and she’s not happy that I have started chewing my treats on the bedspread too. Frenchy is so fun and keeps me safe, and for that I am grateful! But there are some things I want you all to know.
My first tattle on Frenchy: When does “just a minute” only apply to her? I know that she is amazing at letting me off that leash thing to go run around and play, and then she blows this whistle, and she doesn’t understand that she wants me to come back at the most inconvenient of times - usually when I am having the best fun playing with other dogs or chasing small leaves. When I don’t respond, she can get impatient and tells me to hurry up really fast. Apparently, she doesn’t understand that when I hear my name, look back at her and then continue with my fun, I am saying “just a minute” … how long is a minute?
Being an Emotional Support Animal for Davina has a lot of strings attached. She actually expects me to say hello and be nice to everyone. Really, EVERYONE
– even if they are humans or other animals we don’t know. When we walk along the street, she tells me to go, “say hello” to so many different people, and that can be fine sometimes. But at other times I don’t
want to say hello to that person or dog that is making snarly faces at me. Then when I tell them to go away by showing them my mad face, she looks embarrassed and gives me the stink eye.
Speaking about weird looks and freak outs.. Have you ever been driving down the road and then traffic suddenly stops and there is a giant back-up on the freeway? Well, that happened the other day and it was the strangest experience for me. Frenchy is jamming out to her 80’s music and eating trail mix and apparently did not see the demon drive up next to us and just sit there. I was mortified. The hair was crazy red, and the ears were perked up and it just kept staring at me. Literally, would not look away. I growled and she laughed. I growled again and tried to stare this creature down, but it just sat there looking
at me with this smirk and didn’t even offer to share that green plant it was eating.
Lesson: Just stay sleeping during these traffic jam things and….
BREAK – BREAK – BREAK
I interrupt this blog writing for an update. This blog was going to focus on just telling everyone that we were getting back on our convoy again and heading west.
It had only been a few days and we were vacationing in the Black Hills of South Dakota for a few days with our friends, and the weather took a turn for the worse on our very first night. The wind was perfectly still which made the echoes of the thunder so very loud and continuous for quite a while before my entire life started to flash in my tiny little head. We were hanging in the RV just listening to this low growling rumble that was constant and then big flashes started to happen with the rumbles. We crawled onto the bed and watched as the flashing growls started to make a very bright show outside. This was new to me; I was being very brave in front of my buddy. That was,
until…..A flash, a earth shaking growl and then on the roof of the rv a big explosion! Then another crack and explosion sounded on the roof. Not cool and I may have tinkled just a bit! When another one came, and then another, and then another, she scooped me up and we hid under the covers.
She is calmly speaking her best puppy talk to me and explaining how hail is made in the clouds. The bright flashes of lightning opens the door to the clouds and inside are piles of these small snowballs. The growls are thunder, and that announces to the little people on the ground that the snowballs are coming. She said that the snowballs can come down and visit us in many different sizes and shapes and can come down as long as they want. I had a hard time listening to her stupid snowball story because it was SO VERY LOUD!!
Goodness Gracious – This experience continued for nearly 45 minutes, and I was as calm as I could be under the extreme circumstances. I have come to believe that living in the RV is like hanging out in a tin toaster. Those
snowballs kept hitting the rig and Frenchy would grunt and mumble under her breath, something about “dents in the vehicle and the deafening sounds”. I don’t know how many of those white frozen balls fell down, but after I lost my puppy hearing from the constant banging, I thought it would be a good time for a treat. Best treat ever!
It was a long night of storm after storm and hail balls crashing into our vehicles. So glad when the sun came up and I got to go outside and check out what exciting things happened while we were sleeping. Wow! Those little snowballs made so many dents and pock marks on everybody’s trucks and tops of their rv’s. Nobody was injured in our area, but right down the street their snowballs were really gnarly!
We are heading to Gilette Wyoming for repairs to the Solar power system and panels on top of the RV.
Thanks for listening,
Scout.
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