When we take our staffy we make sure she is update with all shots take flea and tick chews we check her every night for to make sure she has not picked up any ticks.
Stop often for pit stops for every one and run around for dog when staying in new town we look for vets just in case we need one always take her medical records just have fun with your dog.
Have taken full dogs years ago.
Just stay away from people and towns.
Last 20 odd yrs.
Cats. They just live in van and you have a good Lavender litter in tray.
No Smell.
and nobody knows you have them.
Much better than dogs.
If you in croc country. do as we did.
Let dogs run around in front of you. Croc's love them as lollies,
and you'll know whether any around
Better the dog than you.
Get a good flea/tick treatment and use it religiously, we use Nexgard. Worm regularly & keep up vaccinations.
Train the dog to walk quietly (this is key) on lead, and always carry poop bags with you, even if you are just going for a minute, I guarantee the one time you forget, the dog will poop. Be prepared to meet people who don't like dogs, or who think it is OK for their dog to 'say hello' to yours in an aggressive way.
When we stop anywhere for a week or more, I put the local (or nearest) vet number into my phone, along with their emergency number.
Most importantly, enjoy your dog, and your travels.
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The Mobile Madhouse: me (Rosie), him (Troy), a kelpie, a kelpie-dingo, a husky & a rainbow lorikeet.
Keep your dog on a lead when not in the van....always!
Religiously pick up poo and dispose of properly.
Train your dog not to yap.
Don't leave it alone when you go exploring..... you will miss out on National Parks.
Need to keep up to date on vaccinations and tic/flea treatments, and carry your records with out.
With Rosita (above) be prepared for people who don't like dogs, can't/won't manage their own dogs and always have a poo bag with you.
Thanks so much for the replies. We are very responsible pet owners so all good - I should have mentioned we do not free camp a lot and was looking to do the caravan parks. We realise national parks are no go zones - We did the East coast earlier this year with no problems at all, but it looks to me as being more of a challenge in The West ? Boome etc finding it hard to find pet friendly parks.
Respect other travellers and town people, just because you like your dog does not apply to other people
The average dog is a better person than most people.
IF this was Facebook I'd hit the like button, very true comment Spook!.
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Steve, Di & Ziggy We named our Motorhome "Roadworx" because on the road works "On The Road Again" Ford Transit with 302 Windsor V8 conversion, C4 Auto, 9 Inch Ford Diff All Lighting L.E.D., 260 Amp/h AGM, 530 Watt Solar + Kipor Backup Gen.
The Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
However since our dog died, the place is clean, I don't have to watch where I step every time I go out side.
Our cat at 20 years of age, is still intelligent, communicates, is clean and thinks we are marvelous pets.
The Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
However since our dog died, the place is clean, I don't have to watch where I step every time I go out side.
Our cat at 20 years of age, is still intelligent, communicates, is clean and thinks we are marvelous pets.
