Dogs Across America

My kids have been nagging me to get a dog for years. I love love love dogs. But they’re a giant pain in the ass. Especially when you’re traveling. When I announced my trip across America, Isaac said, “Well you can’t go on a solo road trip without a dog.” I did anyway. Solo means solo. Also, John Steinbeck nailed it; I have nothing to add. However, I did meet many a lovely pooch along the way.

In the dog park, Garden Grove, California

Pancho, the neighbor’s dog, Valle de Guadelupe, Mexico, with his would-be mistress, Alex Sgambati

This friendly girl greeted me through the sun porch window one morning in Kylertown, Pennsylvania.

Hooch, a valued member of our Utah hiking/camping/off-roading crew. Boon companion of Philip Kennedy.

A pack of Chihuahuas guards the Liquor Store Motel in Ely, Nevada.

Got the message. Will not explore those sheds.