Don't have a picture of me...so I will put in a picture of the male human and his kite.

April 26,2013

The humans return to Rio Vista being too scared of earthquakes to stay longer. The male goes to the beach to kiteboard. The female makes airline reservations to return to Vancouver. I guess I am being left with the male. I don't know whether to be scared or excited. The blog will cease because I don't think the male can write like me. Maybe I will send emails to the female when she gets home.

April 23, 2013.

The humans and I went south from Rio Vista, CA to Hollister Hills Recreation Area. They were very surprised and nervous to discover that they were camped 50 feet from the San Andreas fault. The fault was described in detail on the map of the camp. On one side of the fault grew due oak and grass land. On the other side were different trees and grass and soil. The cows didn't seem to care. Looked the same to me. Many motorcycle and orv riders. Noisy. Dogs. Coyotes and racoons at night + dreams of earthquakes. The humans went to Monterey and looked at Cannery Row and the historic downtown buildings. They are still nervous.

April 18, 2013

We are at Sherman Island. Possibly the most windy place we've been yet. The male human chose it because he likes to kiteboard. There are others of his kind here.

There are two dogs that are loose all the time. They appear friendly but I am suspicious. They lay right outside the front door. They do not heed my warnings. I believe they want me to let my guard down and then attack me if I go outside. Or, maybe they think they are being cute and my humans will give them food.

The dogs do not concern me as much as the cats. They are everywhere. Someone says they are feral but have been fixed. They hang out in the bushes. I can see them creeping around under the trailers. I do not trust them any more than the dogs.

The humans go on day trips to Sonoma, Napa, Sausalito and Rio Vista. People come and go in the campground. There are boats with fishermen, cars with fishermen, kiteboarders and sailboarders. They each have their areas of the camp. Sometimes the fishermen get mixed up with the kiteboarders and then there disagreements.

The humans force me to go outside in my harness so they can take pictures. They humans must be bored.

April 8, 2013

We stayed the night in the desert last night. Just off the highway with some other RVs. The wind is howling. The humans don't want to drive.

We move to a park with water and electricity. There is a boat dock and a restaurant and a bar. The humans are happy.

I have rolled in the dust. Not as good as pine needles.

The grackle birds are here too.

We will leave again tomorrow when the wind has died down. A long drive across a desert to stay in a lovely place called Jackass Flats. No water or electricity. The female is not too happy.


April 5, 2013

We left the Grand Canyon. Too bad. I liked the pine needles and dust there. Before we left I made a dash for freedom for one last roll in the dust. The female was quite upset. She might have thought I would run up a tree. She did let me roll, even though I got outside without the pink halter.

Now we are by a river. It is noisy with jet skis and boats and dogs.

There are some strange birds here. The bird book shows they are common grackle. They make very different noises. Then there are water birds that are as big as I am with green heads and orange feet. They paddle around the tree by our trailer. I don't think I will go outside when they are here.

It is hot so I will sleep.

Monday, April 1, 2013

A different campsite. The humans are happy to have electricity and water. They take long showers. It is very warm and windy. This place is Dead Horse Ranch State Park. I will go outside and look for the Dead Horse.

There were many campers here, but I did not see the dead horse. I saw dogs.

Friday, March 29, 2013

The humans have gone exploring around Sedona. They leave me in the trailer. The trailer is warm. Not enough to kill me, just enough to make me want to sleep all day. Maybe that's what they had in mind. When they come home they will pay. I will pace and make anxious noises. The female will feel guilty and feed me treats.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Clever humans. They have fixed the pink halter. I will go out again. That doesn't mean I will cooperate. Oh, no.