🐾 My Humans Are Brave – But Also a Little… Well.

A Report From Our First Week of Vanlife – From a Dog’s Point of View

So.

I’m Yasuo.

A Shiba Inu.

10 out of 10 on the silent wisdom scale – or so they say.

This week was… let’s call it: interesting.

Days 1 to 3 – Still Here?

Three days. One parking spot.

Right next to the local open-air pool – that place where humans splash, shout, and smell faintly of sunscreen and chlorine.

Not our idea of a summer getaway – more like a waiting room with pigeons.

They called it: bureaucracy.

I called it: nap time

At the supermarket:

“Are you still here?” people asked.

I barked on the inside:

“Why don’t you just let us move in?”

But my humans just gave a tired smile.

And kept listing, organizing, sweating.

I’m telling you: classic to-do-list humans.

Day 4 – Lentils, Love & A Dash of Drive-Thru

“What’s big?”

“An elephant!”

“What’s bigger?”

“Stuttgart!”

“And what’s the biggest?”

“Lentils with spätzle and sausage – served with love!”

Homemade lentils from our friends. With sausages. For everyone.

My humans were exhausted that day. So it went like this:

“Just swing by and pick it up – Bigg Drive-in Style.”

And they did – standing at their doorway, holding the Tupperware up like a gift, lovingly handing it through the window.

They ate like there was no tomorrow.

They raved about it.

I got a piece of sausage.

I tried to look noble.

(Spoiler: Nailed it.)

And I watched: how they exhaled. How everything got a little lighter.

When people are full and tired, they don’t need much – just a little warmth.

And that look. You know – the one only dogs can do properly.

Day 5 – “So This Is Home Now?”

We hit the road. Finally. No more house, no more boxes, no more furniture shuffling.

But I could tell right away: they had no idea what they were doing.

They pretended to have it all under control.

But honestly – I’ve never seen anyone open the same drawer seven times in ten minutes.

(By the way, the treats are somewhere else. Just saying.)

Day 6 – Laundry Day & 100 Years of Country Club Party

We spent the entire day at a campsite.

As far as I could hear: somewhere between live country music and big-city noise.

My humans kept saying words like “gray water,” “solar,” and “Wi-Fi” –

and one they only whispered:

“What are we even doing here?”

That’s when I knew – it was my moment.

I did a few thoughtful circles, sighed, gave them the look –

my famous look.

It always works.

Sometimes, all it takes is a little fur to help humans remember where their heart is.

Day 7 – So This Is What Arrival Feels Like?

No idea where we are.

But my humans are laughing.

They say things like:

“Now we’re really on our way.”

“We did it.”

“I still can’t believe it.”

I believe it. Because I can see it:

They look at each other – and they know it was the right choice.

They ask themselves less “How do we do this?”

and more “How does this feel?”

And that, my friends,

is the truest sign of arriving.

See you soon. I’ll check back in.

Yours truly,

Yasuo

– the real captain on board 🐾

You know it.