Sadie: Am not! He just thinks he’s so superior!
Max: Anyway… We have lots of fun because all these new places smell amazing. I can tell who has been there and what they ate and lots of other things!
Sadie: Me, too!
Max: Um, yeah, if you every stop your neurotic vigilance. Sadie doesn’t know the meaning of “relax”.
Sadie: I do, too! It’s when you flake out and let your sister do all the work of protecting the homestead.
Sadie: What’s a movie?
Max: Mom says Sadie’s a blond.
Sadie: I’m white and brown! Mom never said that! What’s that mean? Oh, look, there’s a dog I can see from the window, be right back….
Max: Blond. I’m telling you. Anyway, when we were in Virginia City, there were deer that would come through the camp in the early morning. They look like big brown dogs, but as soon as Sadie sees them she growls. Sheesh. Like that’s going to make a difference. They aren’t afraid.
Sadie: Protecting the homestead. All by myself.
Max: . . . well. It’s been fun talking to you all, and I hope to see you on the road sometime. I love road trips and staying in my RV. See you soon!
Sadie: YOUR RV? MOOOoooooommmmmmm. . .
Road Dogs: Max, Sadie, thanks so much for sharing with our readers. Stay in touch and let us know when you go on the road again!
The Road Dogs