A Dog’s Overlanding Life
A Dog’s Overlanding Life
A Dog’s Overlanding Life
“Overlanding Perks Pt. II”
People often ask: What’s it like traveling with me? Honestly, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. So far, I’ve explored 10 new countries and met all kinds of wonderful people.
My closest connections, though, are often the unexpected ones. Like the six-year-old Swiss girl who waits outside every morning to pet me on our “front stairs.” Or the French girl in Otavalo who “trained” me with treats and her best English commands—“Nue” (for “No”) and “Gu” (for “Good”).
Maybe my greatest superpower on this journey is keeping my parents grounded. I’m that third leg of their stool—just like back in Boulder.
I don’t want to sugarcoat it, though. Life with me isn’t stress-free. My dad spends hours dreaming up safety inventions—from giant pepper spray cans to water-based boomsticks that look like shark repellents. Both parents get extra panicky when I’m surrounded by curious, flea-ridden street dogs. But hey—that’s part of the joy of the unknown.
Overlanding Perks Pt. II
Mostly, though, road life is pretty relaxing. I hang out in the casa rodante (that’s camper-speak for “home on wheels”), I’m with my humans almost all the time, I meet fascinating people (some of them twice!), and sometimes I get to do really cool stuff:
- Cruising down the Usumacinta River in a mini boat made of sticks (I tried to eat it), heading to Yaxchilán Mayan ruins.
- Chilling on Zipolite Beach in Mexico.
- Hiking Chimborazo National Park in Ecuador.
- Spotting dolphins in Golfo Dulce, Costa Rica.
- And the list goes on…
If you’re a human with a dog, don’t use us as an excuse to delay living your dream. Make sure we’re all up to date on shots, load up the rig, and hit the road. If the border agent won’t let us through, just cover up that “Perro Peligroso” sign on the rig, toss a towel over me, and roll on through. Adventure awaits—just follow along with us.
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