We are soooo excited the new Dog House is nearly finished ! We ordered it a couple of weeks ago and the DH has followed it's progress like an expectant dad . This will be our 6th and last RV. All bought primarily for the sport of dog showing hence the name Dog House. That was our CB handle when we got the first one and all of us traveled in packs to the shows. We were all learning back then, how to show, how to rv... it was such great fun. Having a RV meant we could take the whole family and go across country to the Nationals. Bob and I, two teen aged girls and both MILs... the moms were a hoot. Both in wheel chairs , mine living with Altzhiemers , Bob's the world's first anorectic. Travel in hotels and motles had been miserable. The moms were never comfortable. The dirls exposed to things we could not always control. The dogs miserable at being shut up in rooms , not allowed to bark for fear the rooms next to us might complain. The hustle to get from rooms to show sites argh never again! I became a wizard at cooking in the rooms bringing a hotplate and coolers, I know how to heat pizza with the hotel's iron and a piece of aluminum foil ... I admit you did learn many resourceful tricks.
But RVing was , for us freedom! We could swing to National Parks or shop, the girls and moms enjoying the on the road sattelite systems and reading. Never a frantic search for clean bathrooms. And meals on demand. I loved it . The first few years we changed to a new and bigger RV about every two years. Starting with a used but immaculate class C, we ended up with our current rig a 35 foot class A which we have had for 9 years. The RV doubled as our escape route when Hurrcanes were approaching, it can be beyond hard to get a motel to take you and your 8 dogs !! It has been our guest rooms when company showed up unexpectedly, the house it's self is packed to the gills so having a place to provide shelter and security was great. When Bob was working out of state we were able to maximize the per dieum by using the RV instead of apartments or monthly hotel rooms. But after 9 years it's time. And he has had that look in his eye for a while now. Knowing that unless we hit an insane lottery this is our last coach we wanted something special. But having yet another young faily to raise we knew it would not be the diesle of his dreams. We opted for the Georgetown 40 foot class A gas pusher with 3 slides. It will give us about 500 sq feet of our own space when we travel. We had been shopping for a bit and Bob fell in love with this one. He made good friends with the design team and they allowed us to customize the coach beyond the norm. The day he ordered it he was unable to sleep ! and now he chats almost daily checking on it's progress, smiling like a buffon at times. I took over 200 photos of the prototype when it rolled out. He pulls the stack of carefully selected snaps out and flips through them... making notes and grinning like a little boy. Tonight he and 3 of the grands went through them... talking about the differences and celebrating the almost Christmas feeling that is captivating the whole house. I have a clip board of lists, and Monday we begin packing up the old rig in earnest/ It is very much like moving houses. So much to do and many things we don't want to carry on the new ride , things we will need to replace etc,,,
Got to admit it is contagious.... It will be a blast to drive to Ohio to pick it up. Oh great now I'm grinning like a buffoon !