Dear Borba, This week Team Hocholongo took me over to the doggie agility playground that had wait for it….a frackin’ dog agility course! Plus, this joint housed over 20+ competition Border Collies. WHICH I might add are obviously not as intelligent as Pastor Australianos! (that would be[...]
Dear Borba, I thought the days of wild foraging were behind me. Once we arrived in Grease (she means Greece), we seemed to only cycle tour to ferry boats or to hostels, unlike the Barkans and in Gobble Gobble (she means the Balkans and Turkey), where we would wild camp in the land of Milk[...]
Dear Borba, Traveling with my humans is the best. Not only do I get to spend EVERY WAKING HOUR by their side, but I also spend EVERY SLEEPING HOUR by their side, on their legs, and in their FACEz. Now, sleeping with them is normal, but at the Hocholongo casa, I have to sleep on my bed on[...]
As Team Hocholongo heads its way south into the Balkans aka former communist lands, I can’t help but notice all the street, feral, and crazor dogs that roam freely. It makes me sadz to see my fellow comrades (she means street dogs) in bad health with things like mange, hurt legs, poor[...]
Dearest Sora Bora, Thank DOG I’m alive! I can’t believe it! By some miracle of bread(!!!), I survived a series of run-ins with the “locals,” aka Sneak Attack Ninja Cats, in the not so friendly Land of Street Felines (she means the Istrian Peninsula [link]). Every day, I thank my lucky[...]
Dear Borba, Today, I’m going to take you on an adventure through what my day looks like as Team Hocholongo (as in Hoch and Sotolongo) bike tours across Dutchland and the SweetEms (Sora means Deutschland and Sweden). Wake up at 5:00AM You know what they say: The early dog gets the[...]