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Let's talk about skiing. Luie Boone's hooman sister, Rachel, is obsessed with it. Back in her school days, she joined the ski club and basically lived for those trips to snowy resorts. She'd pack up a massive duffle bag (seriously, it was like she was moving out); hop on a big, yellow bus that resembled a cheese curd; and disappear into a winter wonderland. She'd come back later, smelling like snow, pine trees, and way too much fun. Luie Boone? Not amused.

Cave Creek, Arizona is where the wild west lives! And Luie Boone knows a whole lot about the wild west... well, mostly from the old western movies that his hooman father always watches. There are horses, cowboys, and a bunch of yee-hawing. Cave Creek fits right into that description. Back in 1870, the town was settled in by soldiers on horseback! These soldiers rode in from Fort McDowell—a fort established by California Volunteers to protect others from the Apache.

If there's one thing Luie Boone knows about North Dakota, it's that his hooman dad, Randy, was born in Bismark—which is the capital city of Burleigh County! That’s farm country, folks. Randy grew up riding tractors and chasing chickens... probably. But Luie’s got his paws pointed elsewhere for this next adventure. This time, the hoomans are heading to Ramsey and Benson Counties. And Luie’s tail is wagging with excitement!

Little Red... Riding Hood? Luie Boone knows that fairytale all too well—and he's here to set the record straight. He's a dog, thank you very much. Loyal, lovable, a little stinky, but absolutely not a wolf. Sure, he's got big ears and a snazzy snout, but he's never lurked in the woods with bad intentions or impersonated a grandma. If anything, he'd be the one sniffing out the wolf and barking up a storm to save Little Red Riding Hood. Actually, hold your biscuits.

When Luie Boone overheard his hoomans talking about Watauga Lake, his ears perked up like little satellite dishes. Lakes are his jam—swimming, cannonballs, pontoon naps, and watching his hoomans fish? Paw-fection. But Watauga Lake isn't just any splash zone. Beneath its shimmering surface lies a secret: the ghost of a town that refused to drown. Long ago, nestled in the valley of the Watauga River, there was a town called Butler, Tennessee.

Guau. Wuff. Bau. Wan-wan. Meong-meong. Gav-gav. Ouaf. Hav-hav. Au-au. Hau-hau. Turns out, those are all ways to say “woof,” depending on where you are in the world. Luie Boone had no clue there were so many different ways to bark. Now, with his hoomans planning a trip to New York City—the proclaimed Language Capital of the world, where over 700 languages are spoken, including endangered ones like Seke and Yiddish—Luie Boone’s realizing he’s got a lot of barking to prepare for

Limestone. It's basically the snack of the Earth. Just don't eat it, because my hoomans say it doesn't taste too good. It's because it's made from ancient sea critters, like shells and coral, that got smooshed together over millions of years. Imagine a giant cosmic belly flop of clams and fish bones. Real crunchy and not real tasty! And guess what? Limestone fizzles when you pour vinegar on it. It's like soda pop for rocks! Also, the hoomans use it for buildings, roads, and e

Dogs and mail carriers. The mail carriers and dogs. It's a complex relationship, isn't it? Maybe even a tale as old as time. Because every single day, the mail carrier dares to invade the dog's sacred area—either zooming by in one of those noisy mail trucks or boldly marching through their territory on foot. From the dog's perspective, it's pure chaos: strange footsteps, the rustle of packages, and—the worst of all, those pesky mail carriers are touching their hooman's stuff!

Luie Boone thought he overheard his hoomans talking about a vacation to the Barkshires of Western Massachusetts. What his hoomans actually said was a vacation to the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts, which Luie Boone probably would've heard the first time around, if he wasn't so busy sniffing out snacks and stealing treats behind his hoomans' backs. You can't blame him, though; that pooch loves his food.

Luie Boone would love to give you a history lesson on Mystic, Connecticut, because the history of this village is important to acknowledge and remember. Did you know that the Pequot—a group of Native American people—lived in this area of southeastern Connecticut before the 17th century? The Pequots produced and traded wampum, which are purple and white quahog shell beads! If you're like Luie Boone and wondering what a quahog, let us tell you: a quahog is a type of hard-shelle

Luie Boone doesn't know how to read, but if he did, he'd one-hundred-and-ten percent read Tsilly, the Monster of Lake Chelan. He'd bark at the cover and wag his tail at every mysterious splash Tsilly makes. Tsilly isn't just any lake monster; he's the friendly guy of the deep. In fact, he's the male counterpart to Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. With wings like a bat, scales like velvet, and heart of a goldfish, Tsilly is a sight to behold.

The Davis Mountains in West Texas are classified a Sky Island ecosystem. This forested mountain range rises dramatically from the surrounding Chihuahuan Desert, creating a unique and isolated habitat that serves as a crucial sanctuary for wildlife such as black bears and Rivoli's hummingbirds. And those mountains? They are remnants of ancient volcanic activity! You can see the volcanic origins along canyon walls in the Davis Mountains State Park.

Thankfully, Leech Lake, Minnesota isn't nearly as leech infested as its name suggests. Despite being named after the bloodsucking critters (thanks for the Ojibwe word Gaazagaskwaajimekaag, meaning "Lake abundant with leeches"), Luie Boone should be safe to splash around. In fact, the locals say leech sightings have been on the decline in recent years. That's spectacular news for Luie Boone, who's hoomans are planning a vacation to Leech Lake, Minnesota!

Prince Luie Boone, you've must've heard of him. He's a self-proclaimed heir to the throne of Barkshire, Duke of Droolington, and Lord of the Kibble. He plans to trade in his royal duties (like snoozing, slobbering, and snacking) for a vacation to Prince Edward Island (PEI), Canada. He's not too sure why the island is named after some Prince Edward guy and not him. Prince Luie Boone Island would be a paw-some name.

Luie Boone cannot wait to howl a town in Howl-ton Head Island, South Carolina. He heard from a pooch friend of his that this magical island is where even the quietest of pups find their voice. Sure, he's not too great at howling; he leaves that ruckus-making to the huskies, but with the whole island of Howl-ton Island to practice on, anything's paw-sible. Okay, okay... his hoomans want him to be honest about the island's name. For a treat or two, he'll oblige.

Salt. Luie Boone knows a thing or two about salt. He's been booted from the kitchen multiple times for chip-related theft. He's pulled out the puppy eyes for a fry from McDonalds, even though he just got his own vanilla ice cream. Luie Boone chases flavor. You think you are snack-savvy? Well, he's got a sixth sense for when the chip bag rustles. He could be in a dead-sleep, two rooms away, and he'd be on the way.

Ten thousand? Even Luie Boone knows that's a big number. Ten thousand pets? Yes, please. Ten thousand treats? A dream come true. Ten thousand walks? His tail might never, ever, ever stop wagging. But ten thousand islands? Now that's a whole different kind of adventure. Luie can only imagine how long it would take to swim around all those islands. Fur-ever, probably. Luckily, exploring the Ten Thousand Islands of Florida doesn't require a doggy paddle marathon!

Luie Boone packed his I Love Hotdogs bandana, paw balm, and his favorite chew toy. He was convinced that he was heading to Fetch-ella—the ultimate doggo desert music festival. He even practiced his howlmony for the opening act. But turns out, his hoomans meant Coachella Valley, California. No doggo stages, no pup-arazzi, just sun, sand, and a suspicious lack of squirrels. Still, he's planning on living his best vacation life. Want to know why?

Luie Boone zoned out for a moment and thought his hoomans said they were planning a vacation to Donut Hole. He couldn’t believe his luck! He loves donut holes, even though his hoomans always say they’re not for pooches like him. But as he perked up his ears and listened more closely, his donut dreams began to crumble. They weren't going to Donut Hole at all; they were planning a vacation to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

Luie Boone heard whispers of Myrtle Beach and didn’t hesitate—he promptly, and quite rightfully, renamed it Mutt-le Beach. Want to know why? Well, according to Luie Boone, it’s got more paws than people, more fetch than finesse, and the kind of tail-wagging vibes that make every pup feel like the top dog. Surf, sand, and slobbery smiles? That’s Mutt-le Beach, baby... expect Luie Boone was told by his hoomans that he can't keep trying to rename places. In his heart, it'll alwa