Hi there, well ready for another story?
For about a month we just traveled around to different campgrounds in Southern California. My favorite was the San Clemente State Park on the ocean. Santa and Mom said the views were really wonderful but I don’t pay much attention to that, although, I do enjoy nosing around new areas – all those great smells!
Santa wrote a book for kids and each night both he and mom would do a book reading; most of the time at least a dozen kids would come over for story time. Did I mention how much I love kids? I think I love kids much better than other dogs. They always fuss over me and pet me.
I know my Dad likes to think that they came over to just visit him, but secretly I think they came to see his snow dog instead. Anyway, that was my favorite part of each stop.
Do you have a favorite stop you would like to share with me?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Dog Travels with Tasha Santa's Snow Dog
Travels with Tasha Santa's Snow Dog
Let me introduce myself, my name is Tasha and I am eight. Some people refer to me as The Princess, I guess it’s because people are always stopping my Mom & Dad and telling them how beautiful I am. Did I mention I am a caramel and white Siberian Husky?
I can’t help it…it is the truth, I am beautiful. Often times I even upstage Dad. Maybe you have heard of him, Santa Claus? He always thinks it is all about him. Now REALLY!
Anyway, this is my story of travels with Santa and Mrs. Claus. We sure have covered a lot of country together and our travels are anything but dull. Now I know that historically Siberians are known for being nomads. Personally, I cannot understand how anyone would like to leave a perfectly good spot for another. But my parents seem to be everywhere but the North Pole.
For instance, Dad decided to trade in his perfectly good sleigh for a 40’ Diesel Pusher Motorcoach! The first time Mom drove this beast she did not secure the cupboards and things were flying everywhere. And the noise and vibration! Why I was so scared I tried to climb into her lap and I never do that! Then if that was not enough, when we finally came to a stop the walls of this thing moved out. Jeez! I really yelled at them and tried to tell them this was a deathtrap, but did they listen? Of course not - because I’m just their dog.
At first, I thought it wasn’t so bad. Inside there was a sofa that Mom pulled out for me so that I could sleep on it. But the really cool thing was to crawl under it and curl up in the corner. The first time I did this my parents couldn’t find me. They kept calling and looking for me. Santa asked mom “How could she just disappear?” Finally, they looked under the sofa and found me. I know, I know I should have told them where I was, but that would have ruined my fun.
Anyway, we stayed in this cool park for a couple of days and I thought that maybe this motorcoach living was not so bad after all. Then they started packing up again. Well, I decided to help out by going to the bedroom and sleeping on the bed. All of a sudden Mom pushed this button and those walls started to close in! This was worse then opening up. I thought we were going to be crushed to death. Then Mom started the engine and we were off again. She had secured the cupboards better, but boy is this thing noisy! I stayed glued to Dad’s legs and next to the door for a quick exit. I hate this thing!
I have many more stories about RV’ing but before I go on, do you have any stories about camping or traveling with your parents that you would like to share? I sure would like to hear from you.
Let me introduce myself, my name is Tasha and I am eight. Some people refer to me as The Princess, I guess it’s because people are always stopping my Mom & Dad and telling them how beautiful I am. Did I mention I am a caramel and white Siberian Husky?
I can’t help it…it is the truth, I am beautiful. Often times I even upstage Dad. Maybe you have heard of him, Santa Claus? He always thinks it is all about him. Now REALLY!
Anyway, this is my story of travels with Santa and Mrs. Claus. We sure have covered a lot of country together and our travels are anything but dull. Now I know that historically Siberians are known for being nomads. Personally, I cannot understand how anyone would like to leave a perfectly good spot for another. But my parents seem to be everywhere but the North Pole.
For instance, Dad decided to trade in his perfectly good sleigh for a 40’ Diesel Pusher Motorcoach! The first time Mom drove this beast she did not secure the cupboards and things were flying everywhere. And the noise and vibration! Why I was so scared I tried to climb into her lap and I never do that! Then if that was not enough, when we finally came to a stop the walls of this thing moved out. Jeez! I really yelled at them and tried to tell them this was a deathtrap, but did they listen? Of course not - because I’m just their dog.
At first, I thought it wasn’t so bad. Inside there was a sofa that Mom pulled out for me so that I could sleep on it. But the really cool thing was to crawl under it and curl up in the corner. The first time I did this my parents couldn’t find me. They kept calling and looking for me. Santa asked mom “How could she just disappear?” Finally, they looked under the sofa and found me. I know, I know I should have told them where I was, but that would have ruined my fun.
Anyway, we stayed in this cool park for a couple of days and I thought that maybe this motorcoach living was not so bad after all. Then they started packing up again. Well, I decided to help out by going to the bedroom and sleeping on the bed. All of a sudden Mom pushed this button and those walls started to close in! This was worse then opening up. I thought we were going to be crushed to death. Then Mom started the engine and we were off again. She had secured the cupboards better, but boy is this thing noisy! I stayed glued to Dad’s legs and next to the door for a quick exit. I hate this thing!
I have many more stories about RV’ing but before I go on, do you have any stories about camping or traveling with your parents that you would like to share? I sure would like to hear from you.
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