The Real Tale
The Real Tale
The Real Tale
“It Takes a Village to Raise a Dog”
Since we hit the road, I’ve had the chance to call a lot of places “home.” Cities, villages, jungles, nature reserves… beaches, lakes, farms—you name it.
And in every one of those places, I’ve made friends I now consider family. Humans, animals, and plenty of dogs. It turns out “Mi casa es su casa” isn’t just something people say—it’s a real way of life.
Almost everywhere we stay, someone takes me in like I’m one of their own. And honestly? That’s been really helpful for my parents—especially when they want to do something together and I’m not allowed. (Rude, but okay.)
Like the time a zoo security guard watched me for an hour. I won’t say how many treats I ate… but it was impressive. Or the hotel manager who let me hang at her house for the day and play with her puppy. We tore it up.
Once, my parents climbed a volcano while I chilled with their driver. He shared his lunch with me (don’t tell them). We were best buds by the end. And when they went caving, I stayed with campground neighbors I’d met before at another stop. They took me on long walks, let me swim in the river, and—bonus—they had air conditioning.
It Takes a Village to Raise a Dog
Before this trip, my world was pretty small. But my parents have started giving me more freedom. At a dairy farm in one village, I got to roam off-leash. I played with goats, sheep, and farm dogs until the cows came home (literally)… and the roosters finally shut up (they didn’t).
I’ve learned that community can be found anywhere. These experiences have helped me grow beyond what I ever would have known back home in Boulder. I’m becoming a more well-rounded dog—with a much broader perspective and a bigger heart.
So yeah, I think it’s true what they say:
It takes a village to raise a dog.
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