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Dogtripping: 25 Rescues, 11 Volunteers, and 3 RVs on Our Canine Cross-Country Adventure
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Overview
When mystery writer David Rosenfelt and his family moved from Southern California to Maine, he thought he had prepared for everything. They had mapped the route, brought three GPSs for backup, as well as refrigerators full of food, and stoves and microwaves on which to cook them. But traveling with twenty-five dogs turned out to be a bigger ordeal than he anticipated, despite the RVs, the extra kibble, volunteers (including a few readers), and camping equipment. Rosenfelt recounts the adventure of moving his animal companions across the United States with humor and warmth, and tells the tale of how he and his wife became passionate foster parents for rescue dogs, culminating in the creation of the Tara Foundation and successfully placing several thousand dogs with loving families.
An NPR Best Book of 2013
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781250014696 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | St. Martin's Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 07/23/2013 |
| Edition description: | First Edition |
| Pages: | 288 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.94(w) x 8.32(h) x 1.00(d) |
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
Dread and More Dread …
We were going on a journey that I expected would end up somewhere between that of Lewis and Clark and that of the Donner Party. Someone once said that the difference between an ordeal and an adventure is attitude. That’s how I knew I was in for an ordeal.
We were eleven mostly intrepid travelers, closing the traditional exploration circle by heading east from Southern California to Maine. No wagons, just three RVs. After all, this is the twenty-first century.
Of course, we didn’t have many of the difficulties that the early pioneers had to endure. They were going through uncharted territory; we’d MapQuested the route and had three GPSs to make it foolproof. They had limited rations; we had refrigerators full of food, and stoves and microwaves with which to cook it. Not that we were without our refreshment challenges; for instance, we’d have to use a manual corkscrew for the wine.
Their communications went as far as their voices could carry; we were loaded down with cell phones, BlackBerries, and iPads. One of our group said that we actually had more computer power on board than astronaut Alan Shepard did when he first went into space, but I have no idea if that’s true.
One thing we shared with our predecessors was the presence of plenty of animals. Their animals were crucial to their trip, but ours were the very reason for our journey.
Their animals represented the transportation itself; the horsepower behind the vehicles was alive and breathing. They probably also provided food, but I’d just as soon not go there. But if the pioneers hadn’t had the benefit of their horses, when we talk about going out west today, we’d mean Cleveland.
In our case, three gas-fueled RV engines were our power source. The animals were the passengers; we were transporting our dogs, all twenty-five of them, to our—and their—new home. They were all rescue dogs, a small portion of the thousands that we have saved from the misery of the Los Angeles shelter system, but this trip was likely to make new demands on their endurance.
Our group included nine other people that volunteered for the trip, which was pretty remarkable. Some were friends; others were readers of my novels whom I’d met only once or twice. Three of them I’d never met at all. Giving us their time and energy in this way was amazingly generous, and I planned to thank them four or five thousand times before we got to Maine.
Of course, at the time I was thinking “if” we got to Maine.
The truth was, this undertaking could have been even more daunting. Twenty-five is pretty much the fewest dogs Debbie and I have had in the last ten years. We’ve had as many as forty-two, but we feel that more than forty is slightly eccentric.
The human members of our team, none of whom had known each other previously, had been corresponding by e-mail for weeks. They were totally enthusiastic. They seemed to regard this as an incredible adventure, destined to be a source of great memories for years to come.
Not me.
Since I’ve always been an “RV half empty” sort of guy, I expected it to be torturous at best, and a disaster at worst.
Which brings me to the obvious question: how the hell did we get into this situation?
Copyright © 2013 by David Rosenfelt
Table of Contents
Contents
Title Page,Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Acknowledgments,
Prologue,
Dread and More Dread ...,
It Began with Tara,
A Really Long Year,
The Endless Planning,
Charlie,
Pong the Dalmatian,
Hanging Up the Tacos,
The Tara Foundation,
Princess,
Duchess,
Saint Cyndi,
Bumper,
Willie Boy,
"Do You Take Pets?",
Hunter/Tudor-Tudor/Hunter,
"Poop" ... Just This Once,
Solving the "How",
Weasel,
Louis,
Sally and Jack,
The Team Comes Together,
Trapper,
The Smell,
Harley and Dinah,
I Hate Home Depot,
Crazy Sky and the Coyote,
Walking the Dogs,
Bernie,
Final Preparations,
Time to Let Go,
Evie,
Mamie and Coki,
The Gang Was All There,
Annie,
Idiots,
Bart,
You Know the Old Saying ...,
Benji,
Wanda,
Otis,
Simon the Psycho,
Kaboom,
Big Sarah,
The Barking. My God, the Barking,
Noel and Kahlani,
Woofabago,
Frank,
My Career Went to the Dogs,
Jenny,
Disaster,
Tommy and the Snake,
Heathcliff,
That Lying Calendar,
Dogs Can Bring Us Together,
Little Sara,
Back to Basic,
Dogs and Ducks Don't Mix,
A Moment of Weakness,
Feeding Time at Home,
Liza,
Go East, My Friends,
Please, Please, Don't Kill the Dog,
Snickers,
Welcome to Maine,
Looks Can Be Deceiving,
Please, Not the RV Again,
Dorothy, We're Not in California Anymore,
Epilogue,
Photographs,
Also by David Rosenfelt,
About the Author,
Copyright,







