The Dog in the Clouds
 

Roo's contribution to the moving effort

Don't you hate it when you get a piece of box tape stuck to your tongue?

Don't you hate it when you get a piece of box tape stuck to your tongue?

The little Kahoo is tired, too. We left Asheville on March 23, drove to Santa Monica, spent ten or eleven days packing the contents of a filthy hangar, drove back to Asheville, and today loaded all that stuff into storage. I suppose it would be exhausting for anyone, but I'm always surprised when I get this tired. It has been hard on Rooki, too. 

Dog Tired

Rooki Kahooki Beker in a rare moment of repose after her record-setting double-transcontinental swimming spree.

Rooki Kahooki Beker in a rare moment of repose after her record-setting double-transcontinental swimming spree.

Every. Single. Room. In all of Asheville, and within a 60-mile radius was sold out when we arrived yesterday. We had a room reserved, but when we went to it, someone else was lying on the bed working on a 12-pack, his little three-year-old watching TV. The man kept apologizing, which was odd. I did, too, which wasn't. The next room had been torn to shreds by meth heads and the repairs were never completed. You might have seen the picture on facebook.

Roo and I started driving around. It took five hours and 70 miles before we finally found a place in Spartanburg, South Carolina.

Tonight we're back in Asheville. This has been quite the exertion. Asheville to Santa Monica, packing and moving, then driving back to Asheville. More to follow, but for now suffice it to say that we're both beat. Roo got two hours of hiking and swimming in, nonetheless.

The picture of Rooki was taken just now. That bed, by the way? A replacement I had to stop at a Petco in Arizona to buy after forgetting hers at a motel in Victorville, California four days ago.

Oy.

Roo's friend Tilly

We stopped at Roo's favorite rest area, at Coney Fork River in Tennessee. It was the only time, possibly ever, that I forgot to bring a camera with me. And of course that was went Roo met this beautiful eight-month-old Golden Retriever puppy named Tilly. They ran and chased and swam together in the river. It was Tilly's first time swimming. This picture of the two of them was taken back at the parking lot.

The Dog of Devil Dog Road

As you can see, the fabric on my right thigh is worn through. This is caused by Roo applying her claws anytime she feels like letting me know she's just woken up or has something on her mind.

At exactly the moment we came up on a green exit sign for Devil Dog Road, the Kahoo sank her claws in. Naturally she would want to stop here. As far as she's concerned, the least she can do to thank everyone who named the road after her is to stop and do someone the honor of chasing them.

It's the first time in two weeks Roo has run free.

Click on the picture and The Devil Dog will appear.

Roo thinks this is a tongue-in-cheek blog post, obviously.

Roo thinks this is a tongue-in-cheek blog post, obviously.