It has been a long time since Mom and I have done any
writing. A lot in our lives has changed. I don’t live in Alaska anymore. I’m
not really sure why things changed but my kibble keeps coming so that’s good.
Arlo, aka The Cat, The Little Bastard, The Gosh Darn Gitty Gat, still lives
with us.
Lee, my other person, is gone.
That’s really sad and Mom doesn’t talk about it much. I don’t know how long Lee
has been gone but I haven’t been licking tears off of Mom’s face as often so I
guess it has been a while. Mom says that Lee is still watching over us and I
can tell that’s true. Every time Arlo does something annoying I hear Lee
telling me to go get him. Don’t tell Mom.
I have a new job description and title. I’m Chief of RV
Security. I’m not a young pup anymore. I’m 14 now, so it hasn’t been easy
learning a new skill set. Plus, our RV configuration has been a moving target.
For a while we lived in a pickup camper. Then we lived in a travel trailer.
That was nice but then we went back to the camper. Just when I was getting used
to that we moved back into the travel trailer. While I almost never agree with
Arlo, I have to say that he was right on when he made some rather loud protests
about the lack of stability in our living arrangements. Then Mom bribed him
with canned cat food and the Little Bastard backed down.
Arlo is a better traveler than anyone thought he would be.
He has to ride in a cage thing which I think is awesome. But he sleeps all day
and then when we stop for the night, he is hell on wheels, literally. It’s quite
disturbing. He runs around leaping on things and going to areas of the RV he’s
not supposed to be in – basically where ever I am. I don’t understand why he
can’t just stay in the cage. But I get to ride shot gun which is excellent.

We spent last winter in Texas at the Aransas Wildlife
Refuge. I made friends with a retired gray hound named Ziggy. Really,
we were friends. His person is Penni. She gets me. There were lots of deer, pocket
gophers and turkeys where we lived and some really weird animals, too. Once I sounded
the alarm big time when I saw a creature unlike anything I had ever seen
before. I got praised for letting the neighbors know there was an armadillo in
the yard and then told to shut up. Everyone stood outside taking pictures. I was telling them to kill it
or to let me kill it, not take pictures of it. What possible purpose could a
creature that looks like that have? But once again, I was misunderstood.
Then we went to Oregon. I really like the place we had
there. We were close to the ocean and the travel trailer was parked in a place
where I could be off of my leash as long as I behaved. There were deer there.
Their poop is also tasty but not as good as horse poop. Anyway, Mom likes it
there a lot so we are going back this spring. Mom says we have to hit the road
before it gets too hot here. I don’t understand that saying but Mom says to
stop being so literal.
For now we are at a place called an RV park and we have
something called a Class C. It is very comfy. Bigger than the camper, about the
same as the travel trailer. We are in a town called Casa Grande which is kind
of ironic when you think about it. RV parks are weird. I’ll tell you more about
living in an RV park next time. Right now I have to take a nap. Naps and
drinking a lot of water have always been important but now that I’m 14 napping
is more of a reflex than a choice.
Bow wow,
Pearl
Excellent post Pearl. Life has been bumpy for you all, thanks for being there to lick Mom's face. That's an important skill set! Have fun in Oregon.
ReplyDeleteMom says you are going on a road trip with us. That will be great!
DeleteBow wow,
Pearl
Hi, sweet Pearl. I sure miss you and your mama here at Aransas, but I'm so glad that things are looking up for everyone! Someday maybe you can meet Faith, my new pup. She's a gift to me just like you are for your mom.
ReplyDeleteHi Laura,
DeleteI'm glad you finally got a dog. It's hard to be a well balanced person when you are around cats all day without the benefit of canine wonderfulness. You should come to Oregon. Faith would like the ocean.
Bow wow,
Pearl