My First Dog House on Wheels

Discovering the Value of Missy, a GPS Unit

July 31, 2015

I was born on May 25, 2008. So my humans had a life before me, but kept saying, “it would be a big commitment and they couldn’t go anywhere.”

I entered into their world and changed it forever.

The easy solution was “let’s go buy me a dog house on wheels.” Oh boy, were they pushovers!

My first doghouse was a Class C 2004 Gulf Stream and we had it for a couple of years before I decided we needed more room if we were going to travel longer and further. Then my sales expert, Bob Wilson from Lazydays in Florida, called and told me he found us the perfect motorhome, a 36-foot diesel 2010 Tiffin Phaeton. My family created the name ‘Wheelhouse,’ and now we are known as the ‘Wheelhouse Travelers.’

To travel, one needs to be able to drive the motorhome. I just realized that I can’t reach the gas pedal. That’s when I had my family take the driving class at Lazydays. They passed with flying colors. After class, I thanked Bob Bergeron, the Driver Confidence Course instructor, and told him I felt more at ease now that my humans knew what they were doing behind the wheel.

Finally, everyone needs one of these to make traveling easier. It’s my dad’s little magic box that talks. When I first heard this new voice, I barked and ran all over the motorhome looking for this extra passenger! My dad told me it’s called a GPS. I now understand and I call her Missy. Missy is always there, talks only when she has something important to say and never gets mad at you even when she says, “recalculating.”

We have the one that is made for a motorhome and it’s neat. Put in your length and height and know you will never be in front of a viaduct you can’t get through! This happened to us once, before we got Missy.

The people in the cars behind you get really mad when you don’t move when it’s your turn. They start honking their horns and waving at us with unpleasant words to say. I don’t think they liked us very much.

You then wait for them to back up. Now, we have to disconnect the car and back up ourselves, turn around somewhere, find another way around the viaduct and then reconnect the car once again. You sure do lose a lot of time when this happens.

My mom has now been fired from reading the maps!

Oh, by the way. If you are looking for your own 'dog house on wheels, visit the Lazydays Tampa or Tucson locations or log online. You'll be glad you did.

Until next time, this is Wrigley now on the road and signing off!

This is the second in a series of articles By Judy Andreotti about travels with her dog Wrigley.

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