Born to Run – A Foto Fur-iday

It’s Fur-iday again and, in honour of my buddy Logan, I’ve decided to make it a Foto Fur-iday!

He told you all about the state of his elbow arthritis last week, which surprised me since he’s not one to complain or talk about his troubles. The good news is, his 10-step program does seem to be alleviating some of the pain and he’s able to get around more easily. He even led a little, unsanctioned excursion to the neighbours’ place a few days ago when T was riding. She seemed angry, but I think she was secretly pleased he felt well enough to go on an outing.

The thing is, no matter how much that damaged wing keeps him grounded, in his heart, he’s a born runner. And he’s had the opportunity to stretch his legs in a lot of great locations. (Sorry about the blurry photos. Logan runs so fast it’s hard to get him in focus.)

A little mood music by The Boss



Home in the meadow running with friend Roxie…


…and in the snow with friend Jonah…



…and with me when we used to love a good game of kick ball.



Fetch time in a California dog park.


A great catch in the Las Vegas dog park.


Our first dune experience at Kelso Dunes, CA.


More Kelso.


The amazing white dunes of New Mexico.


More dunes! These ones the Imperial Dunes of California.


The white dunes of the Canadian prairie.


Beaches are great places to run…


…and Logan never passes up an opportunity.



Clark Dry Lake near Borrego Springs, California.




Lake Powell, Arizona


Near 29 Palms, California.


Home sweet home along the canal.

It’s going to be a different kind of trip this year without my running buddy, but I know we’ll have a great adventure anyway.










My Top 10 List

March 24, 2017

Just one more week and we’ll be on our way home. I have mixed emotions. On one paw there’s the freedom of life on the road, on the other the comfort and familiarity of home. Then on the third paw, there are the new places to see and smell every week or two. And, on the fourth, the little farm we all love.

But, no matter what my paws say, we are headed in a northerly direction. Although, earlier this week we did turn around and start heading south again, and backtracking is not normal touring behaviour for T & Nollind. We were in southern Utah until Tuesday when they decided to come back here to Nevada, something about chasing the weather. For Canadians, they can be a bit delicate after a few months in the desert and the forecast of cool temperatures and rain sent them running. It’s okay with me, though, I share their love of warm weather.03-Chico-top10-napping-1

It’s been a good trip for me, once I got past the broken toenail and having to wear a sock on that foot for protection. What were the best parts, you ask? (I didn’t actually hear you say the words but I know you were thinking them.) Well, in the style of David Letterman, here’s my 2016/17 top 10 list:

  1. Campfire time in my chair. We have campfires at home, but not nearly as often as in the desert, and because my chair is usually tucked inside one trailer or another, I have to lie on the grass. Down here, my chair is part of the outdoor furniture, and the Mexican blanket that keeps me from falling through the arms makes a perfect wrap on a cool evening.03-Chico-top10-chair4-1
  2. Snacks. T and Nollind are always pretty fair about sharing their snacks, but in a house the size of Sid I never miss a snack opportunity. In the sticks and bricks house, I might be in another room, on another floor, or even outside when snacking happens. In addition to what’s offered by my peeps, I am an expert at finding food everywhere we go. Fire pits are a particularly great food-finding location, only second to picnic tables.03-Chico-top10-snacks-1
  3. So many walks! Every day since December 1 there have been walks—short, long, hilly, flat, rocky, sandy, paved, morning, midday, evening, you name it. Once a day, twice a day, or sometimes even three times, we’ve been out exploring our desert surroundings.03-Chico-top10-walk2-1
  4. T & Nollind time. When you live in 300 square feet and your yard is a 10×20 mat, you just naturally spend a lot of time together.03-Chico-top10-nap-time-1
  5. Riding shotgun in Fang. I was hoping to be included in more of the actual trail riding, but between a need to keep Logan company and T’s concern for my comfort when out riding, my time in Fang has been limited to campsite scouting and other short trips. Maybe next year?02-chico-busy-in-fang-1
  6. Yoga with T. I don’t do all of the poses (especially not headstand), but I am particularly good at downward dog and corpse pose.03-Chico-top10-yoga2-1
  7. The new watering hole in the truck. Thank you to whoever invented this clever, non-spill bowl. It means that Logan and I can have a drink whenever we want while on the road.03-Chico-top10-watering-hole-1
  8. 03-Chico-top10-stairs2-1Steps onto the bed. This addition was more for Logan’s benefit than mine but I am loving it. Even though I’m only eight and not at the stage where I need senior dog props, I’ve never been much of a jumper.
  9. The new layout in the back seat of the truck. Until this year we had a backseat and floor because Logan liked to hide on the floor in front of the seat. But, since he normally likes to sit up and look out the window or walk around these days, T & Nollind turned the back seat into one big, flat area with a bed on each end. It means I have a spot to curl up leaving the rest of the space for Logan and his pacing.
  10. Meeting old and new friends, human and canine. From camping with old friends to meeting new ones, it was a great year for making connections. And everywhere we stayed, Logan and I made at least one new doggie friend.03-Chico-top10-trixie-1

I could easily turn this into a top 20 list but I’ll wrap it up here. Be talking to you next time from our little house on the prairie!03-Chico-top10-lookout-1





Eat, Prey, Love

The title pretty much sums up my main drives in life. And, no, I didn’t spell prey incorrectly. You could almost add sleep to the list but it’s not really a drive so much as something I do to fill the gaps between the other things.

If you’ve been reading our blog for any amount of time, you know that I love, love, love to eat, just about anything. T and Nollind often joke that if I stop eating, they’re going to rush me straight to the emergency hospital. Ha ha. But they probably have a point. When we’re on the road, I’m just that much closer to the snacks because we’re in close quarters all the time.


Sharing pork rinds (chicharrones) with Nollind

Now I know there are a lot of people out there who don’t agree with feeding dogs people food. Whoever you are … please stay away from my people. Don’t talk to them. Don’t give them any crazy ideas about not letting me clean up scraps or share their popcorn. Don’t try to assist them in mending their ways. Things are fine just the way they are. I’m fine. They’re fine. Zip it.

We moved from Quartzsite to Wickenburg on Monday. T loves the desert here—the variety of cactus, the mountains, the bird life. Nollind loves the many back roads and trails to explore in Fang.


The saguaro are huge here!

But what’s the greatest thing about Wickenburg for a dog like me? Other animals—coyotes, rabbits, some kind of squirrel-like critters—all chase-able and therefore prey. They leave their scent for me to find, the coyotes sing in the afternoons and evenings tempting me to join in, and the rabbits regularly race across our path. My heart beats faster just thinking about it.


See the rabbit? Me neither.

With eight years of chasing things under my belt, I’ve mostly given up on rabbits in general, and the rabbits here at Vulture Peak are almost as big as I am. And fast? They are gone before I get to the end of my 16-foot leash. We’ve had a lot of freedom at our last couple of stops, but there’s some concern here about the combination of rabbits and cactus so our off-leash activities have been curbed somewhat, especially mine.


Having yet another thorn pulled from my paw.

My third drive, and this is also a big one, I’m a lover. In juxtaposition to my killer instinct is my cuddle instinct. Whether at home or on the road, there is nothing like cuddling up close to one of my people, and when we’re travelling, it seems like there are more opportunities than at home. They stay in bed a little longer in the mornings, stay in more often in the evenings, and take more naps than they do at home. All great cuddle-ops for me.


Morning lie-in with T.

The plan is to stay around Wickenburg for another ten days or so. The weather has turned fine and the barbecue is out, which makes me hopeful for more meals like last night’s steak. The rabbits, although enormous, may become complacent about my presence and give me a fighting chance. (I know … Sure, Chico, dream on.) As for getting enough love? There’s always a healthy supply of that no matter where we are.

Until next time … chow! (And yes, I spelled that correctly too.)


Resting up for the next meal, chase, or cuddle.