An Old Blog, 2019
Adventures of Chigger, the Brown Dog
By Chigger
My Life in the Baby-boomer RV Park
By Chigger, The Brown Dog
My life has changed dramatically since I moved in with da mommy and da daddy several
years ago. I was a small pup then with fleas, worms, and lots of energy. Now
I’m an adult and I have a wonderful life here in the baby boomer RV park in
central Florida. I have two loving parents, a lake to swim in, a dog park where
I run and play ball with my friends, neighbors who call me over to say hello,
and golf carts that have cookies for me in little boxes.
Little Lake Kerr, my lake in Salt Springs
And I’m adorable. Da mommy says I’m “so pretty and so smart.” Even though I’m actually 27 years old now in dog years, she and Daddy still refer to themselves as “da mommy and da daddy.” I just go along with it because they’re pretty good to me.
Things are good here most of the time. Da mommy and da daddy take good care of
me and each other, and we’re a pretty happy family.
The idea we decided on was that I would write a book. So here we go.
We sold our rv lot in the baby-boomer rv park and put our big rv in storage. Now we’re traveling around in a very tiny trailer and me and da daddy are helping da mommy with her hiking. It’s fun in our tiny trailer and I get to be with da daddy and da mommy a lot.
HIKING IN FLORIDA
October
2018 through February 2019
It
was a beautiful morning for a hike in Ocala National Forest! Whoohoo! Da mommy
and da daddy took me for a hike on the Florida Trail. I loved it!
At the end of my hike for the day I was very thirsty, so I was glad to see the car and my water bottle. Daddy's kind of a slow poke.
Hiking on the Florida Trail with da daddy. Sometimes the trail is on sidewalks and roads.That
winter we hiked and hiked on the Florida Trail and it was a lot of fun. Sometimes
I walked with da daddy and we met da mommy part way. I was always happy to see
her. Sometimes all three of us walked together, and sometimes just Mommy walked
by herself. She would get out of the truck with her water bottle and her hiking
poles, and I didn’t understand what was going on and why we were leaving her. So,
I always barked and barked when we drove away from her. I wanted to make sure
Daddy knew that she wasn’t in the car with us. We always found her again a
little while later.

Me, driving Me, helping Daddy drive
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