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Van Life: Puppy Edition
The air was crisp and cool as I flung open the van doors. Amos, my 9-month-old puppy, stirred at my feet, and we both jumped out to explore the campsite we had pulled into the dark the night before. I started boiling water for coffee and heard my mom waking inside the van. She climbed out slowly, stretched in the cool morning air, then exclaimed, “I love van camping! Let’s cancel all our Airbnb’s for the rest of the trip.”
