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Yeah, especially given the extreme gas-sucking nature of RVs...
Testing out the Lark diner on the track before painting: (Attachment Link) (Attachment Link) (Attachment Link)
We belonged to a Dalmatian rescue group for several years, since disbanded. Here's our Dal, Moe-Ray (standing), with one of our fosters, April. April was in love with Moe and vice versa, so obvious in this picture. To watch them tussle and wear each other out was amazing. To this day we regret not failing the foster process on her, where "failing" means you become their humans for life.
We were fortunate to have adopted a sweet and gentle Dalmatian. She's been gone nine years now, and I still miss her. She was such a terrific dog that I was reluctant to adopt another because I feared I would have too high expectations. So we took a break and did some traveling that we had put off and now my wife has the travel bug (on hold due to Covid, of course...) and doesn't want another dog just yet. I get to dog sit my neighbor's Yellow Lab when they go away. Dals are seldom seen in my area these days. The only litters the breeders seem to be producing are usually show quality and most are spoken for before the dogs are even bred. Here's a picture of her on our sailboat. She was quite the Sea Dog.
He lacks charm and discretion when in the company of other pups, but otherwise he's the best dog ever. And you can't convince me otherwise.
You know, this is one of the biggest mysteries of dog ownership: how everyone is capable of having the best dog. It doesn't seem like it would be possible, but yet, somehow it is.