From Trucker Dog To Couch Potatoe

well, that wasn't good we didn't have a apt. motel or nothing so we went and got a motel room and than started looking for an apt. to rent. we finally found one in Gig Harbor at first I thought it was just a motel room with no furniture and that we would be back in the truck soon.Every day mom would leave me and dad I was sad I wanted to g too but she said I couldn't she always came home but I missed her when she was gone but I was so happy when she would get back Id jump all over her and give her big wet doggy kisses.Finally furniture started arriving which confused me cause I thought this was a temporary thing,but the furniture was so nice I started really liking it there.One day mom come home and said she had quit work ,oh no how were they gonna feed me,well I still ate but things got a little rough there for awhile after what seemed to me a very long time dad said he was well enough to go back to work ( he was off for over a yr) so after looking for awhile for a company that would hire a driver with lifting restrictions dad went to work.
Dad and mom had decided that mom should stay home and dad become a solo driver So for now dad is gone for a long time than comes home for a few days and than leaves again .Okay my little paws are getting writers cramps so
i'm gonna say good-bye for awhile so happy tails to you this is the former trucker dog signing off

My Life as a Trucker Dog......Part 4

Okay I have told you about the Rats in New Jersey the monsters they are every where in the country,my most embarrassing moment when I got my face Shaved To be a good Trucker Dog you must mind your manors no barking at strangers that are just walking by,no biting anyone even if you don't like their smell or the hat they wear,and especially you don't bite after you let the person pet you Learned that the hard way yep I did I bit this guy who was petting me I didn't bite hard didn't even leave a mark I don't know what happened I just all of a sudden decided I didn't want to be petted any more,lost all my toys and the right to have a just because walk only got to go out do my business than back to the truck,I haven't bit any one since didn't like losing my toys or the scolding I got.
I have been traveling around the country for bout 4 yrs when the worst thing that could happened my dad fell off the truck apparently it spit hot water at him and knocked him off the truck ,mom was inside the truck stop and didn't see any of this happen.Dad was hurt oh no nothing I can do but watch dad laying there.He finally was able to get up and went inside to wash off and check the damages he thought he was ok but he tore up something in his shoulder and was told he couldn't drive so mom was left as the only driver.We finally got back to our home terminal in Tacoma Washington and dad was told he was off the truck until he was repaired.............to be continued

My Life as a Trucker Dog.... part 3

Hi guys I'm finally back,didn't think I'd ever get here again.Okay where did I leave off,I was telling you all about my experiences as a trucker dog.Have I told you about the monsters yet, man are they scary.the monsters are huge and make a very load noise like a scream,to describe them I'd have to say they look kinda like a long skinny big truck pulling lots and lots of different kind of trailers the run on two metal things instead of pavement.they scare the heck out of me but I think they aren't monsters at all thats just what my mom and dad tell me so I won't get to close to their road,believe me,I won't.
I have seen rats bigger then me in New Jersey got to chase after them but I kinda forgot dad had a hold of the other end of my leash and I kinda knocked him off his feet and dragged him down the hill,he wasn't real happy with me the rest of the night but I thought it was hilarious.After that incident I developed allergies been suffering ever since.The humiliating thing about it is that when we got home mom took me to the vets and they shaved all my hair off my face,so embarrassing,I looked like a dog out of Star Trek.Every one would look at me and laugh ,I hate that.
Out on the road we get to stay in little apartments ,I think they are called motels now those are fun I get my own large bed and every thing,It doesn't happen often but often enough.Bad side is I have to get a bath don't much like bathes but I do like the hair dryer that feels soooooo good.Dang it I just get on a roll and mom says it's bed time,but she promises I can get back on soon.So Happy tails to you all this is trucker dog signing off.

My life as a trucker dog......Part 2

This is gonna be short cause mom says I have to go outside one last time then we gotta go to bed.I last wrote about things I had to learn to be a good trucker dog there is so much you have to know like you only get a bathroom break when the truck stops it's a huge nono to relieve yourself in the truck which I never did cause I am a good dog and I wanted to please my mom and dad but it was hard as a puppy to hold it soooo long. I also learned the hard way never leave your favorite toy near the door they roll out when the door opens and if it isn't noticed it gets left out in the parking lot and it's lost forever.But I did luck out one day when I found a new favorite toy that got lost by falling out of some other dogs truck I called it verball because it looked like a foot ball with rubber spikes and it squeaked.At first I just barked at it cause I thought it was another animal it sure smelled like one but I figured it out when the stupid thing just laid there and never moved.I also had to learn that not all other trucker dogs are nice that one took me awhile to learn cause I really like to play,and at first I really missed my litter mates.
The most fun thing I learned was how to drive the truck,well I didn't really drive the truck cause my legs where to short but I got to sit in my dads lap once in a while and pretend I even got to honk the regular horn I didn't like the air horn it was to loud and it would hurt my ears.Well,mom says it is time to go now but I'll come back in a few days and finish part 2.

My life as trucker dog---Part 1

Little did I know when my new mom came and got me that the first 4 yrs of my life would be as a trucker dog.At 4months old I went from playing in a grass filled back yard with my brothers and sisters to riding in a huge truck with no yard and the view out the front room window was different every time I looked out.Now that in its self is a major adjustment but I also had to learn other things,like if you don't position your paws just right 2 paws on rubber and 2 paws on carpet you can get a nasty little shock when trying to get a drink of water from your water bottle,I learned that one real quick,mom and dad would laugh at me cause I'd be all stretched out and my tongue was reaching to get a drink ,they didn't know I was getting little bites from the truck,but they quickly found out when mom got a hefty bite herself,lol now that was funny,they fixed the problem but I wasn't about to trust it so I just kept stretching to get a drink,You have heard the saying once bit twice shy,that was me. And Have you ever tried walking or sleeping in a moving vehicle,Some of the roads in the US are deplorable,I was sent air born more then once when we'd hit a chuck hole,what I want to know is what the heck is a chuck and why are they allowed to dig holes in the middle of the road?Never did figure that one out,mom and dad just kept talking about chuck hole reports.OH,and get this I went from nice bushes to do my thing on to asphalt and gravel how uncouth was that.Well,thats the end of part one I'll write more when mom lets me have the computer.