The Country Schooling Of A City Dog
Well, folks, the moment you’ve all been waiting for is here. The last two months, you’ve been forced to read articles by Mommy and Scott. First, Mommy told you about her road experience in her article Renewing My Faith. Then Scott told you about The Stories Around Me.
Those were decent travel accounts, I suppose, but I know that you’ve all been waiting for me to put paws to paper, so to speak, and tell you about the experiences I had, friends I made, and lessons I learned over 40,000 miles of travel.
Prior to November 2011, I thought I was one tough dog. I was the dominant dog in my group of canine friends. I chased birds, squirrels and chipmunks, who all scurried away in fear. I growled at strangers and they crossed the street to avoid my terrifying presence. And then my humans decided to drag me along on their road trip.
To say I was ill-prepared for the world beyond my mid-size Southern city is an understatement. I was a mere pup by comparison to my hardened country brethren.
Read the rest of the article in this month’s issue of Asheboro Magazine and use the comments below to let me know what you think of my writing prowess and, of course, the pictures that show what a good-looking pup I am!