An enormous shiny red Volvo truck cab minus its trailer parked outside the Pasadena Dog Park last week.
It is state of the art - no manually shifted gears, just an automatic shift resembling a small baseball bat with a selection knob on top.
Traveling cross country from Colorado to southern California every week were the the two drivers (man and wife), and their two larger-than-average-size dogs - a Sharpei named Winston and an Italian mastiff named Paolo. Their first stop in Pasadena is at the dog park, where the four-legged occupants romp happily and the two-legged drivers stretch their legs before heading to 24-hour Fitness - part of their regular routine.
The two truckers share the 17 hour drive to Breckenridge and back - each driving halfway. They recently acquired the mastiff - a replacement for one who died a few months ago. The Sharpei looks old and a little weather-beaten. Paolo, on the other hand, has a long way to grow into his extremely floppy loose skin. He flops around, skin sagging and drooping from chin, chest, hindquarters. When it's time to get back in the cab, he puts his paws on the first step, and gets lifted up and shoved in.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying their 'life on the road' - the dogs sleep, the drivers drive, the products get delivered.