Are you ready to experience puppy paradise in Estes Park, Colorado? Luie Boone is! Estes Park, Colorado, is considered a gateway to the Rocky Mountain National Park—which was established in 1915 by then President Woodrow Wilson. As a recognized summer resort destination, this statutory town is a haven for dogs and their hoomans.

It's time for belly rubs and big adventures in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia! Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, is a town with history—a history that gets Luie Boone's eyes wide and his tail tucked. Do you want to know why? Well, here's why: The town was previously called Bath. And, if there's one thing that Luie Boone is not a fan of, it would be baths (and vacuums and leaf blowers and fireworks, but that's not the point).

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.

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!