by Mya the Pittie
I’ve been wanting to share with all of you what has been going on in my life recently, and my dad was kind enough to share some space on one of his blogs to allow me to do that.

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mya, and I am a 6 year old female pit bull, whatever that means. I found the best man ever in January, when my dad decided he needed a dog. I say best man because I feel like he saved my life. You see, I was on death row at the bad place (the animal shelter), and I would have been put down (nice way of saying dead) had he not showed up when he did.
I had been there for about three months in people time; but it was close to forever in doggie time. Anyway, dad showed up and took me out of there, just like that! And he took me on the road with him in this big truck. The only thing I really don’t like is that he has to pick me up to get me in it. Oh, and that he left me at the doggie day care for almost a month because I couldn’t go with him for training. But he came back!
Where to start…
I’m not the best at math, but I will do my best to convert time to people time, since I doubt many dogs are reading this. If you are reading this and have a dog, you can just reverse calculate to doggie years so they understand. Ok, so for the past few months I have been riding with my dad in the truck, and I really enjoy all the sights and smells that I have experienced so far. I’ve also gotten to know myself a little more as a result of this experience.
Turns out, I’m afraid of a lot of things. Thunderstorms, and especially thunder. Storm water grates. Guys in hoodies that walk by us at night. Dad leaving the truck for any reason (though I’ve gotten much better with my separation anxiety).
I have also discovered some new likes, like bananas. And ice cream! I really like that stuff, even though it gives my tongue the tingles. And the smells, oh the smells! I’ve smelled boy dog pee in I don’t even know how many states so far. And fresh poop! Sometimes I pee on it, but sometimes it reminds me that “Oh, I need to do that too!”. My dad wonders how I figure out how much pee I need for each outing, and I understand this is confusing for humans, so let me explain.
The doggie bladder holds just enough pee to: .
- 1. Do my stuff when I have to go
- 2. Pee on really strong smells
- 3. Pee on random things
- 4. Pee on bushes that need watering but nobody knows it
- 5. Pee on other dog’s poop
I’ve had people ask “Where do you spend most of your time when in the truck?” The answer to that is: on the floor between the seats. I have a puppy bed there that also has an electric blanket and dad’s hi-res raincoat on it. I ride there becauseI have fallen out of the seat when dad hooks up trailers and does a tug test without letting me know ahead of time. Plus, the bed is for sleeping after work, and is too far from dad when he is driving (if you want to call it that).
That’s a little bit about me, but feel free to contact me if you want to know more. Have a nice day and be safe on the roads. Oh, and a shout out to these fellow dog riders: Pom with Roadrunnania, Mustard with Bandita Drive, Buddy with Bethany, and Angel and her dog, and all the other truckers out there who have doggies along for the ride!