Your Daily Banjo Vol 2

I’ve been posting a photo of Banjo nearly each day on my Facebook feed since we hit the road, which turns out to be an easy way to let friends know where we are. What I didn’t expect is that it’s made Banjo a bit of a rock star. That fits her diva-like personality in some ways; she’s always been persnickety. I joke that depriving her of what she wants (full sunshine, the stretch of the sofa) or forcing her to do something she’s resisting (getting out of the blazing hot sun, moving off the sofa) will give her character, and Tracy’s favorite comeback is, “Banjo has enough character.”

Here are highlights from the last few months of Your Daily Banjo. If you’re a member of Team Banjo, you can see volume 1 here, and here’s a compilation of Banjo in scenic locations: Banjo Across the Country.

Your Sunrise Banjo

When I walk her, I try to get out there first thing, mostly because we’re less likely to run into other dogs (she’s fine with other dogs as long as they keep their distance, which you can’t count on). Bonus: lovely sunrises.

Your Travel Day Banjo

Banjo is so worried we’re going to leave her behind on travel days that she’ll get in the middle of packing up, then sit and look at me with her most angelic expression, as if I’d leave behind a bad dog.

When it’s time for her to get in the truck, sometimes we don’t bother putting on her harness or leash because she’s gonna bea-line it straight there no matter what else might be going on in the campground nearby.

As soon as she jumps up, she settles in and barely raises her head for the entire day.

Except occasionally to see what kind of snack I’m eating up front.

Pushing the Couch Rules

Banjo’s allowed on only one sofa cushion and only when her blanket is on top of it.

Our ottoman is literally the only piece of furniture we own, and man does it play a lot of roles. Storage for Tupperware and pan lids.

Lookout seating for Banjo when Tracy drives away.

An extension to Banjo and Tracy’s love-nest sofa.

Enjoying Her Bed

I put a ton of research into picking out a bed for her outside (this is in addition to the two beds she has inside), and she loves it, only when her blanket is on it.

Good girl, Banjo.

She’s picky about other dogs, other people, and her food. But hey, so am I. And she complains vocally when she doesn’t get her way. Me, too, Banjo. She’s got the broadest range of preferences of any dog I’ve known, which also makes her the most interesting dog I’ve known.

Okay, I’ve got to close this out so I can get her out of the sunshine before she overheats. Come here, Banjo!