As long as we’re RVing, we’re not getting another dog. But trying to donate Buddy’s stuff to Greyhound rescue became a real struggle. Then, it turned into something wonderful.
We stumbled onto the perfect business idea for our quirky experience & the RV entrepreneur lifestyle we sought. Or so we thought.
Oopsie. I cut off the Wandering Porcupine e-mail post delivery. >_< Here's how to start that up again.
As we criss-crossed the U.S. in our RV, our Greyhound John Lee seemed increasingly anxious. As it turned out, he was very ill. How we’re coping. What’s next.
Getting out of our house and into our RV without losing our shirts (or our minds) seemed like too much to ask. Saying “NO, thanks!” to traditional real estate saved our sanity and our wallet.