The Singing Dog

(Sunny continues his travel stories)

One morning Tumbleweed decided to have toast. Apparently the smoke alarm didn’t like toast so it began a high-pitched shrill sound. It hurt my ears and I suggested to Tumbleweed to turn on the fantastic fan to get rid of the smoke and clear the air.

However, Jelly reacted the way he always did when he heard a siren. He sat up in “wolf mode” and began to howl. Since he was musically inclined, he matched the pitch of the smoke alarm. Tumbleweed finally got the alarm to stop. Only then did Jelly quit howling and settled down.jelly   The alarm got exercised because Tumbleweed was always burning something when she cooked. It would then sound like Jelly was howling for his dinner, too. After enough incidents, Tumbleweed found all the means of clearing the smoke: open the windows, turn on the fantastic fan in the kitchen ceiling, or the exhaust fan over the stove.

We soon moved our motor home to the other side of Ohio near Dayton so Tumbleweed could visit with the rest of her family. This park was called Enon Beach and was not as nicely clipped as Sun Valley. There was a railroad track near the park on an overhead pass. The train crackled across the tracks in the middle of the night and the engineer would blow the whistle as he neared the park. Of course, Jelly would go into wolf mode and howl in pitch  with the train whistle.

No matter how often he was told that there is a rule in all RV parks requiring quiet from about 10 PM until 9 AM, Jelly never got it. He would just say: “It’s not my fault. I didn’t start the noise!”

What else can you expect from a dog?

 

The Bus is Full

Our test drive in the summer of 2005 was a trip to Ohio where Tumbleweed’s family grew up. Sun Valley Camp Ground was about 3 miles from her sister’s home.The park was combined with a mobile home park and surrounded by farmland.

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The cats in the back room were making a big fuss. Tumbleweed sent me back there to straighten things out. Well, the problem was that a large yellow cat had decided that things looked better where we were than on his farm. He was trying to climb aboard. I first settled down the cats inside who were arguing the issue. Then I hissed at the cat outside and suggested nicely that he should go home.

Tumbleweed had continued working on her computer which was set up on the dash of the RV. Butter and Bandit started fussing behind the curtain that was closed over the front window whenever we were parked. They kept pushing against the computer as they tussled behind the curtain.. When she finally stopped typing and pulled back the curtain, there was that big yellow cat sitting on the outside mirror and looking right in at her.

She told him, “We are all filled up! We don’t have any more room. You better go on home.” I think she figured that seven cats and two dogs were a full bus load! I felt sorry for the poor guy as he walked away toward the nearest farm. We didn’t see him again.

 

 

 

Take Your Seat, Please!

(Sunny continues his story)

When we were traveling on the road in the beginning, Tumbleweed told all of us cats to get in the bedroom and she would close the door to try to make us safe. The two dogs stayed up front and usually traveled in the carrier. Jelly felt safe there and Peanut would push in to be with him. When we stopped at the road-side rest stops, she took the dogs outside to potty. After they came back inside she would open our door so we could move about and see the landscape where we were. This worked well for a while until we convinced her that she could trust us and she began to leave the door open so we could pick our own riding places.

butter-paco(they look innocent sleeping near each other here)      When Paco and Butter had a ‘tiff’ on the dash while she was driving through a construction area, she laid down the law: “NO CATS on the dash while I’m  driving.”  Then she said, “SUNNY, you sit up here next to me and keep the others off the dash.”  That’s how I became the co-pilot of this fantastic tour bus for cats and dogs.sunny