Happy Birthday, Rooster

One year ago today, we drove to Chicago with our friends, had an incredible couple of days, and then headed out on a Saturday afternoon to pick up an eight-week-old Brittany puppy we had already decided was going to change our lives. We were right about that last part. We just didn’t fully understand what we were signing up for.

Today, we celebrated Rooster’s first birthday. We found a spot near a river, let him run himself absolutely stupid in the mud, took him to McDonald’s, and then watched Ethan scream into the night because our dog ate a fire starter. More on that later. It was, in every possible way, a perfect Rooster kind of day.

How “Nugget” became “Chicken Nugget” and why a Happy Meal was inevitable

His name is Rooster. That was always the plan, and it stuck immediately. But somewhere in those first weeks of van life together, we started calling him Nugget. It was just a thing that happened. And then one day it became Chicken Nugget. And at that point, there was really only one logical conclusion to this trajectory: a four-piece Happy Meal.

So for his birthday, that’s exactly what we got him. We grabbed the Happy Meal the night before so we could give it to him first thing on his actual birthday morning. Four chicken nuggets and fries (no salt). He was thrilled. The apple slices that came with the meal? Hard pass. He had priorities and he made them very clear. The boy knows what he wants.

The birthday river day

We spent the afternoon near the river, which is basically Rooster’s version of heaven. He’s still working on his bravery when it comes to the water, we’re getting there, but he’ll wade in the shallow parts and drink from it, and honestly watching him figure it out at his own pace is one of our favorite things. He ran until he couldn’t decide which direction was most exciting, and then ran some more. He was a full mess by the end of it, which felt completely appropriate for the occasion.

This is one of the things about van life with a dog that we didn’t anticipate before we had him: it forces you to find the good spots. We’re always on the lookout for places with room to run, open land, water access, somewhere he can actually stretch his legs. It’s made us better at exploring, honestly. We find places we never would have stopped at otherwise.

A year of van life, through Rooster’s eyes

Rooster was born in Indiana and has now been to 16 states. Most dogs never leave their home county. This one has chased birds at every state, run across gypsum dunes at White Sands that looked like snow, and experienced more sunsets from the back of a van than most humans. It doesn’t feel like a small thing.

His favorite things in life are pretty consistent: the ability to run free, wide open spaces, other animals (even the ones who want nothing to do with him), and food. We’ve trained him on an e-fence, which has been genuinely helpful for managing him at campsites where we can give him space without worry. He gets it. He pushes his luck sometimes, but he gets it.

Mav and Goose, our cats, do not share his enthusiasm for friendship. Every single time he tries to play with them, he gets hissed at. Every single time, he acts like this might be the moment they finally say yes. We respect the optimism (with boundaries lol, they also deserve peace).

The honest reality of van life with a high-energy dog

We say this with complete love: it’s a lot. Having Mav and Goose taught us van life with pets. Having Rooster taught us something else entirely. Dogs, especially Brittanys, do not allow off days. There’s no sleeping in when someone needs to go outside. There’s no skipping the morning walk because you’re tired. He’s like having a toddler who also has four-wheel drive and a bell at the door he will ring relentlessly until you get up and open it. He barely barks, the bell does all the talking.

Long drives are their own logistics challenge. We’ve learned to either get his energy out early in the morning before we leave, or we come prepared with frozen treats to keep him occupied. He doesn’t really complain on the road, which we’re grateful for. He’ll sprawl out and nap once he’s been properly run, and getting him properly run before a long drive is now just part of how we plan our days.

The mess is real. The mud is real. The amount of dog hair currently embedded in every surface of our van is something we’ve just made peace with. But here’s the other side of it: we haven’t had a boring day since we got him. He keeps us moving, keeps us energized, and keeps us laughing constantly. Van life with Rooster is more work than van life without a dog, and we wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

If you’re thinking about getting a dog mid-van-life

Do it. With eyes open, but do it. You will be limited in ways you weren’t before. Some campsites are no-go with a dog. Some days require more planning. You will absolutely be cleaning mud out of places you didn’t know mud could reach. But the amount of joy a dog brings to this life is hard to put into words.

We’re actually starting to talk about getting Rooster a sister. He loves other animals so much, he genuinely needs a friend. The cats have made it very clear they are not applying for that position.

The fire starter incident (the birthday grand finale)

We ended the night the way any good birthday should end: with a campfire. Ethan had collected a nice pile of sticks for it, which Rooster helpfully redistributed around the campsite one by one, because he is who he is.

And then, while Ethan was getting the fire going, I heard him screaming at Rooster to ‘drop it’.

Rooster had gotten into a pine and paraffin wax fire starter and eaten one (about a thumb big). Full panic mode (me, Ethan was being the logical one lol). We called the vet immediately, hearts pounding. Turns out: pine and paraffin wax are both non-toxic. We were told to monitor him and watch for any symptoms, which we did, and he was completely fine. Completely unbothered, actually. Sitting there like he hadn’t just given us a minor cardiac event on his own birthday.

Once we confirmed he was okay, we laughed for a long time. The fire turned out beautifully. Rooster sat nearby and looked extremely pleased with himself. We watched the flames and thought about the year behind us, sixteen states and counting, all the places this goofy, chaotic, perfect dog has already seen.

He is too smart for his own good. He has more personality than should be legal. He is the best boy in the world and we are so glad he’s ours.

Happy birthday, Chicken Nugget. Here’s to whatever completely chaotic adventure comes next.

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