I’m Luca! I’m a 4 year old Blue Heeler, Australian Cattle Dog. I’m so pumped that mom and dad are doing this trip JUST FOR ME. Follow me to see how it’s going and learn about all the parks I poop in.
Current Park Ratings on a scale of 1-10. 10 means I loved it and I’m welcome everywhere! 1 means it was the worst and don’t recommend any other pups to visit. Anything that is less than a 6 means dogs are rarely allowed to frolic outside.
- Congaree: 10
- Mammoth Cave: 9
- Hot Springs: 7
- Smokies: 5
- Big Bend: 3
- Everglades: 1
- Dog Blog: Cinco
I’ve been with my hoo-mans for FIVE years now. They keep saying cinco to me,
“to celebrate” which is a little annoying, but I’ve been obliging them because I’m a very good boy.
I was first adopted by another family, right from under Mom and Dad’s noses, but then that family brought me back because “I wasn’t good with kids.” (Total lie, I’m the best with kids – I just had lots of energy as a pupper). My first day with Mom and Dad, we went to Bent River Brewery and celebrated St Patrick’s Day! I’m not quite as cool and can’t hang as well as I used to – so today we celebrated at the dog park and then took a super long nap.
It’s been a wild ride filled with all my favorites things; pets, treats, naps, and playing. I’m so dang happy that I’ve gotten to adventure with my favorite people for these past five years. I love you Mom and Dad!
- Dog Blog: My New Girlfriend
OMG I have so much to tell you. It’s been so long since I’ve written but soooo much has been going on and I’ve been busy.
Mom and Dad decided to move to Colorado because the lady I fell in love with is here. Her name is Xena and she lives with these humans named the Eliases. They’re wonderful. They make food and have so many toys and Xena is here! She’s the most beautiful chocolate dog who is sometimes like my sister, but sometimes I smell her butt. It gets weird.
I love it here. I have a fire place to lie by, with the most comfortable bean bag dog beds. I get to lay with Xena and I get pet by all the humans. Mom takes me running with Xena and she yells a lot about us pulling her too much… to be honest, it’s mostly Xena pulling her because I’m out of shape, but I pretend I’m as fast as Xena. I’m telling myself it’s the altitude here, but it’s probably also because I love eating treats and lounging more than working out, just like Mom!
There are only a couple downsides while being here. One – Mom and Dad are constantly working, which means they have less time to pay attention to me. They tell me it’s because they love me and want to put food in my bowl. Psh. Second – the dog next door. What. A. B***h. She always barks at me when I’m just outside in the backyard, making my business. Silly girl.
Anyway, it sounds like a cheese package is being opened… gotta go!
- Dog Blog: I Feel Blue
It’s been awhile, I know, but I just haven’t felt like writing. To be honest, I’ve felt a little down. We’ve been constantly moving around, but I haven’t felt like I have my own home or space right now.
That’s not to say that I haven’t been having some fun. I have played with some pups (was I that annoying and energetic when I was young??), Lincoln and Rush. I’ve also gotten some butt sniffs and growled at by the old dogs, Fizz and Boo. And of course, I have gotten lots of pets and belly rubs from my parents friends.
But I miss the van. And my kennel. Some place that I could call all mine and not have to share it (except Mom and Dad occasionally). I’m so anxious that I can’t stop itching my belly and chewing at my butt. It made Mom and Dad worry that I had fleas (I don’t) or allergies (nope). Mom even took me to the groomer just in case it was dry skin (it wasn’t… but I look damn good with this festive bandana).
Sorry to be such a downer, diary. Just really hope to feel at home again soon.
- Dog Blog: Home Sweet Home?
So remember when I said I think we live in Maine? Well, as always, I was right. Even though we left briefly, the van part that Dad got fixed here broke off the van, and so we came back to stay at Auntie April’s house while it gets fixed. However, we’ve been here waiting for like a month (although it feels like it’s been closer to 7 months to me, why is that?) so I’m pretttttty sure I can call this place my home. Everyone even knows I’m the alpha here now.
I’ve done some epic things here too. After we hiked all around Shenandoah in Virginia and came back to Maine, I’ve ran all around the “Grand Canyon of Maine,” taken the BEST naps with my auntie, befriended a cat (okay, sometimes she tries to claw me), gotten dangerously close to the campfires, and impressed everyone by getting INTO the water (now everyone knows it’s not just the big newfie dog that can do it).
Mom an Dad have been talking about leafpeeping being soon and how we’ll probably still be here. Not 100% sure what that is, but it sounds like I’l get to pee on everything, so I’m IN.
Gotta go. I hear a plastic bag being opened. Hopefully it’s cheese, or just garbage.
PS: Still got it! Getting all the pets from all the humans, no matter where I go.
- Dog Blog: That Shedding Life
Remember how people said I had gained weight? Well, I found the best way to trick the humans into thinking I’m losing weight! Shedding! My hair, that is. My feelings were a little hurt when they said I was bigger now, but I have the last laugh now. Mom and Dad are so distracted with trying to clean my fur up that they aren’t even paying attention to my diet anymore! I shed my fur everywhere I go or anything I touch: their (our) bed, the seats, the floor, all of their clothes, and it even gets in their food and bags and dishes! Ha HA!
I’m also working out a bit more too, which I guess is helping. I didn’t realize how out of shape I had gotten, lounging in Big Red this much. We went to Shenandoah National Park, which is one of the good ones because they let me go most places with my parents. But we went on a few hikes and I was struggling to keep up, even with Mom! Kinda embarrassed by that.
Not sure where we’re off to next, but I hope I get to play more outside. For now, I gots to go beg for some snacks. And if they say no, I’ll just blow out some more of this fur in their breakfast.
- Dog Blog: We Live Here Now
We’ve been in Maine forever now. Apparently Dad is waiting for yet another van part. But I don’t mind! This place is great. There is plenty of room for me, I get so many pets, and I can play outside all the time!
There is a great big Newfoundland named Ella that is okay… she gets mad at me when I try to eat her food. Just cause she’s all big, she thinks she can be the boss, psh, whatever. There’s also a cat in the mix now that I don’t think likes me very much.
We’ve been to the Cove which is one of Mom’s favorite places. I still don’t like the water all that much though, so I just attacked that dangerous seaweed on the rocks. We’ve headed to Belfast where Nanna lives – last time I was there, I went on a solo adventure! Nanna didn’t like that though, especially when the cop followed me home. We’ve mostly been staying at our aunties houses – she has one in the woods, and another even more in the woods. Like I said, Maine is the best!
- Dog Blog: On The Road Again!Dear Diary,We’re back the big red kennel! I have no idea where we’re going but my humans keep singing “On the road again, going places we’ve never been,” so that’s exciting… minus their singing voices. They are NOT good at singing.When we were home this summer, a few people pointed out I had gained weight. How terribly rude of them, amirite? Mom and Dad sadly agreed and decided to put me ON A DIET. While they’re eating pizza and ice cream, they tell ME I need to lose a few lbs? I’m basically wasting away to nothing…. luckily, my old pal Stout would help me sneak up into his room and eat his dinners. His mom is much nicer and gives him snacks so he doesn’t always eat all his food bowl.The bad thing about the van is that Stout is not here so this diet is here to stay. But at least Mom and Dad aren’t eating all the good things now, taunting me. I’ve heard them say they’re trying to not eat snacks… we’ll see how long that lasts.Mom gave me a brushing at this park too. They say I shed too much… but I don’t see them wearing two coats in this humidity. Pups gotta do what pups gotta do.We’re getting back in the van… gunna go take a nap now!Love,Luca
- Dog Blog: I’m exhausted
I am exhausted! The last couple weeks I went HARD AF. Reminded me of when I was a young pup, raging on spring break. Lots of going to the bathroom in places I shouldn’t, lapping up human alcohol, starting fights, humping, and running around ALL DAY!
So, we’re back in this big mansion. As king of this castle, I went in and found my lair immediately and rested my weary bones for the last 48 hours. As well as wrestle (and take his food) with my old pal, Stout.
I’ll be excited to get back into my big red kennel and on the road but for now, I’ll just enjoy all the space here and relaxing… when I’m not barking at every creature that enters the doors.
- Dog Blog: Colorado is the Dogs Pajamas
I am LOVING Colorado! I have been able to do so much here. We went to a friends house in Fort Collins where I had a whole house to run around and went to breweries. Then we went camping near Salida and listened to blue grass and I reunited with my frenemy, Frieda.
Then we went to the Great Sand Dunes. That was pretty awesome except that Mom had me on the running leash – and I’m pretty sure she was trying to use me as a sand sled dog to pull her up. So lazy. She may have done that because the first thing I did was poop in the sand though.
Then we went to the Black Canyon National Park – I went to all the overlooks with Mom and Dad… except when it got too hot. Then I didn’t want to leave the AC in the van.
Now, I’m in Durango at a super cool campground with some of my parents friends. I think they’re coming back for me? I hope so – they’ve come back every time they’ve left me, but I still get nervous. Luckily, there are a lot of humans to pet me here, and other dogs to play with.
Gotta go, the cat is staring me down.
- Dog Blog: Desert Rose
I think I’m supposed to like this place. Something about all the fields call to me, but I’m not sure why.
The only thing I do know is that I don’t like staying in the car while Mom and Dad go do things without me. But you know what’s worse than that? When they went to Carlsbad Caverns, they put me in a KENNEL. It reminded me of where Mom and Dad adopted me from and it was horrible. They thought it would be better than being in the van, but they were wrong. I yelled and yelled for my parents… and I had an accident in the cage. It was embarrassing. Next time, I hope they find a babysitter via Rover again instead. That was much more fun.