Welcome to the Road
Welcome to the Road
Welcome to the Road
“Oz’s First Blog: The Beginning”
I knew Karl and Leah were up to something weird when we started camping in the truck… while still parked in front of our house. At first, I missed my four beds. (Yes, four. Don’t judge.)
But once we hit the road and headed south, I realized just how much I’d needed a break from the elitist dogs in Boulder. You know the type—purebred, pampered, judging you for eating sticks.
After we crossed the border, Karl and Leah seemed nervous. Like, “Did we forget the passports or pack enough peanut butter?” kind of nervous. But once we got to Monterrey, they relaxed a little—until things took a turn.
I ate a burr. A really great one, to be fair. But it got lodged in my throat, and I spent several days choking on it. Not ideal.
Oz’s First Blog: The Beginning
Still, the trip picked up again as we moved further south. I started making new friends—”pets” at campgrounds and plenty of scrappy street dogs in Central Mexico. Karl and Leah always carry pepper spray and a taser, supposedly to fend off aggressive dogs. Personally, I think they’re being paranoid. I’ve got this.
One of the coolest things about this trip (aside from building my international dog network) is getting to be with Karl and Leah almost 24/7. Since there’s no room for my own bed in the rig, their bed is now our bed. I’m not mad about it.
Sleep isn’t easy, though. The local bands love tubas—like, really love tubas. And don’t get me started on the fireworks. But hey, so far this journey has been pretty awesome.
Apparently, I’m getting my own page on the website. It’s called Guided by Oz—so stay tuned. I’ve got stories.
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