I didn’t think I would miss my dog dad Major this much. I look for him before we go skiing and follow his scents around the farm. They are still here, but he’s not. That makes everything pretty different for me. I am Roja, and I am the oldest.
It can be lonely being the oldest dog. I’ll be 14 next month. My little brother Cruize thinks he’s bigger and faster than me–ha! He has a lot to learn. He hangs on my neck fur just like I used to hang on Major’s neck fur. It drove my dad crazy, and now I know why.
Hey! Guess what? I just got back from my first overnight road trip. My humans say farm dogs don’t take road trips, at least not this farm’s farm dogs, but obviously I am special. We stayed in a hotel and there were so many different smells and noises and people that I didn’t know what to think. It was sort of overwhelming. I think the open prairie is for me, and that means playing in the prairie snow…so let’s go!
I’ll write again soon! It would be super fun if you would write to me too.
Roja the teenage farm dog