Honey has surprised me by learning some amazing things–walking on a moving ramp, climbing steep stairs with open treads, and even staying balanced on a heeling sailboat. But this year we have a new trick for her to learn. We’re going to teach our dog how to fly.
Honey pulled with all her strength. Once she felt the sand between her toes, she did her happy dance and flopped down on her back in sheer joy. Honey remembered her first love.
I don’t know if I feel worse for what I put her through or better for how proud I am of how she handled it. But I do know that I’ve never loved my dog more. Here’s why. (Sorry folks, no pictures. Once you read on, you’ll understand why.)
Everyone wants pictures of Honey on tropical beaches and stories about living the nomadic life. Heck, one of my friends even hopes we’ll meet pirates. But even if we haven’t moved aboard a sailboat yet, we’re making adventures where we can.
I know everyone is waiting to hear that we’ve bought a boat. But it’s complicated. And one of the biggest complications weighs 50 pounds and is covered in fur.
My husband and I call RVs land yachts. Our friends who roll down the highways have a lot in common with our friends who sail the seas. But is traveling by RV really like traveling by sailboat?