We’re so excited. Our first videocast is out!
We’ve been wanting to do a podcast and video since we started the RV lifestyle, but it’s been tricky to pull it all together – what with traveling so much, dealing with winter challenges, and figuring out what formats we wanted to use. We finally decided to just go for it. At 37 minutes, our first vid is a bit long, but we needed to catch everyone up on our first 7 1/2 months.
Going forward, they’ll mostly be short, quick hits, and we’ll show you all kinds of cool stuff – like how the rig is decorated, how we handle various RV chores, what our campground experiences are like, product reviews and more.
So, please take a few moments to watch us and share, share, share! Thank you!
We’re back in Milwaukee this week, in the middle of a snowstorm, so my jaunt through Memorial Park in Round Rock, Texas, a couple of weeks ago seems like a dream. Thank heavens for photographic evidence!
Memorial Park is home to the rock that gave Round Rock, Texas, its name. The park is right off of I-35. Brushy Creek runs through the middle of it, and a pedestrian bridge under the highway connects both sides. There’s a playground on one side and the Sunset Strip apartment complex on the other. It’s a very pretty park although a little bit seedy.
I stopped there with the dogs after I saw the park off the highway when I was dropping Mike off for work. I had no idea that the famous rock was there, so I missed it entirely. I guess I was close, though. From what I’ve read, if you want to see the rock, you need to walk over the low water crossing near the parking lot and go along the north side of the creek.
I strolled in that direction but got sidetracked by the granite stadium stairs by the softball field. I just had to climb ’em! I did two sets with the dogs, but then Sadie refused to do any more. I wasn’t going to let our little diva hold me back, so I parked the bark babies in the Jeep and did another 13 sets for a total of 15.
The rock isn’t the only cool piece of history in the park. There’s also a Vietnam War memorial and a commemorative WWII torpedo to honor Round Rock residents who fought on behalf of their town and country.
What a fun outing to remind me that there’s more to life than the deep freeze!
Our dogs are desert dogs, not familiar with – or built for – cold weather. But, they’ve been troopers, particularly Sadie, our little Boston Terrier. She’s a bit of a princess, but we’ve discovered that she loves to romp in the snow. She’s also a no-nonsense girl. While Meeko will sniff and hunt for the perfect spot to relieve himself, Sadie gets down to business right away so she can return to her warm blanket by the propane heater.
We’re doing our best to make sure our bark babies are appropriately outfitted for the freezing temperatures, but not everything works well. We worry most about the extreme cold damaging their paws, so we’ve tried booties. They just don’t stay on. We got Meeko a snowsuit with legs, but he hobbled awkwardly around, giving us a plaintive look, big brown eyes pleading to have the miserable thing taken off of him. We obliged and try to make it quick when it gets into the single digits or lower. Sadie likes her quilted jacket, but it doesn’t offer much more than torso protection.
I guess we’ll get better at gearing the dogs up for winter just like we will with managing the rig in the cold. It’ll take time, practice and patience – on all our parts.
Tiny little drops of red on the white tile. We thought he was eating something he shouldn’t until we saw the blood. Meeko was licking his paw, trying to soothe a torn dewclaw that was hanging precariously off his foot.
Some quick Googling and a short phone call revealed that Stowe Veterinary Clinic was close by and open. We followed a hunched elderly woman with pink sneakers – and her equally elderly sausage dog – into the building. She told the receptionist that her husband didn’t like her to be out after dark. The receptionist assured her that Fido would be ready for pick-up well before sundown. We were next after Grandma Pink Sneakers, and Dr. Goodson took us into an exam room within minutes. It had to be some kind of speed record because we’d never been seen that fast in Vegas or in Milwaukee where the last pet emergency had occurred.
It also turned out to be the cheapest vet visit ever. Pulling Meeko’s bad claw, applying ointment and a bandage, and giving us a rainbow-striped leash and excellent advice about how to handle Meeko’s situational aggressiveness set us back a mere $47. Part of it was that Meeko was thoughtful enough to hurt himself on a weekday. Charlie’s raging ear infection, as evidenced by him repeatedly stumbling and restlessly roaming the RV while yowling continuously, came to a head on a Sunday. So we had emergency fees to pay along with extensive testing (could the oddly dilated pupils be a brain tumor?) and antibiotics. Several hundred dollars later, Charlie was a new cat, and our bank account was wiped out.
No vet visit is complete without recovery treats. We found some at the Cabot Annex Store in Waterbury. Strange – considering it’s a cheese place, and these nibbles were entirely fromage-free. They were just too cute to pass up, and of course, we had to get one for Sadie, too. While Meeko was the patient, Sadie was suffering at home, worrying for her brother. Or, at least, that’s what we told ourselves. Treats were given out, heads were patted, bark babies were cooed over, and all was well with the world after our first visit to a country vet.
Note: We all know that an emergency fund for rig issues is important. But if you have pets, it’s a good idea to set aside some extra money for emergencies for them, too. Pet insurance may also be a good option, although I don’t know if it’s accepted everywhere and in every circumstance.