Some dogs have a bed. I have a whole house on wheels, and it goes places.
The RV is basically my second home. Actually, maybe it’s my first home that just happens to move? I get confused. Either way, I love it. My bed is in there. My humans are in there. And every time we stop, there’s something new to sniff.
Here’s what I love most: I have my own spot on the couch while we drive. Sometimes I use my RV bed, but mostly I’m on the couch, living my best life. And when we’re parked? My brother Steve sits on top of the couch and keeps me company. He’s a cat, but he’s okay.
When we park somewhere new, my humans let me out and I get to explore. New grass, new smells, new places to do my business. Every trip is an adventure, and I’m right there for all of it.
Being an RV dog is the best job I never applied for.