summer always reminds me of vacations and road trips, which reminds me of visiting places dogs aren’t always supposed to go.

we moved to san francisco about 14 years ago near the end of summer. we moved in a u-haul truck pulling my first car. honestly, i would have rather been riding in the car, but i was really glad to be with my stuff and not be left behind.

my people made a bit of a vacation out of the whole thing and stopped in many places along the way. one of those places was the hoover dam. if you have never been there, i highly recommend it, although i really shouldn’t as they don’t take dogs.

when we got there there were signs posted that said that had a picture of a dog with a line through it. i have since learned in my life that this means they don’t take dogs. so, my people parked the truck and my dad went to look at the dam. my mom waited with me in the truck. when he finished walking on the dam he came back so that we could go. they saw the signs, but it was hot and i needed to stretch my legs, so my mom and i decided to make it a quick walk on the dam. my dad would meet us in the truck at the other end.

i was so happy to hear the water and walk on the dam. it is very, very, very big. as we were walking briskly a big voice came over a loudspeaker and said, ‘you with the dog on the dam.’ then the big voice said it again. only this time he said, ‘you with the dog on the dam, get the dog off the dam.’ we started walking faster. and the voice said again, ‘get the dog off the dam.’

we had to turn and walk quickly to my dad in the u-haul truck which was driving by to pick us up. my dad was laughing so hard he almost couldn’t drive. my mom was laughing too, although she was a little embarrassed because everyone on the dam was looking at us.

i still can’t believe they noticed my on that big dam.

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