Rusty's Road

Rusty Reeves

Traveling with Rusty was a trip all on it's own with seeing the world through his eyes.  Back in Taos, he would spend hours staring down and often chasing the P-dogs (prairie dogs) and occasionally catching one (hash mark on his hunting plaque).  But his new obsession had turned to other furry critters out here on the road, like the squirrel...what the heck was it?  It sorta looked like a P-dog, but it climbed trees and bounced along wires.  We didn't have but an occasional road-flat squirrel back in Taos.  And then there was the rabbits...those wascally wabbits, that defied him to chase and catch.  That usually stopped at the end of the long leash....."eh, what's up doc?" 

Shhh.....be vewy, vewy quiet, I'm hunting wabbits

Wusty Weeves

Rusty was quite happy in a car/van.  It usually meant a snoot full of fresh air and an adventure of some sort.  It also meant a safe place to hide when the thunder storms came crashing in. Wait, where's our fearless hunter now?

Grand Canyon

Crested Butte, CO

Aspen Gondola

Campground heaven

Two things that had been a drastic change for Rusty (and us) were:
1) the leash---a free range dog all his life--he's now 10 years old
2) lil blue poop bags....geez, no privacy anymore
But it was all ok for both of us. The trade off for the freedom road was worth it.  One thing we loved about Rusty was his adaptability. His go with the flow (except during thunderstorms) attitude was a grand lesson for us with life on the road.....ease and flow.

Squirrel!

And now, another big change for all of us when Malia came back from her summer in Alaska and will continue Rusty's adventure in the Rockies as his best friend. The best friend thing is a 2-way road, ya know. We will begin our trek across the great hot plains towards the east coast without our four legged....bittersweet.

But Toto had nothing over Rusty :)