Stop and smell the piss

Roy is a ten year old chocolate lab, my daughter's and we are on a road trip. I must first explain the title. Buffy, my daughter lives in San Francisco. I walk Roy while she is at work. A activity that is good for both of us. Roy's life is very simple; He needs food, shelter, food, petting, eating, treats, eating and long walks. If Roy has a weakness it is his love of food of any kind. Buffy says it is because he was the runt in a litter if 12 or 14 I forget. He is non aggressive and avoids aggressive dogs. He is a large dog about 100 lbs so he can and will defend himself if necessary. When we walk down the street people are always commenting on what a beautiful dog he is. He likes the attention but looks at me because he knows I have a treat in my pocket and he knows at this time I'll give him one. Then it is on to the next spot to sniff then mark or not.
This trip began because of a mix up in the VA system. I am a 100% serviced connected veteran receiving a small compensation barely enough to live on. In September my check was returned by the bank. Why no one can tell me. What could have been solved in less than an hour took two months. My check was sent to an old address where I haven't lived in two years. Then I found out my October check was sent to that same address. Now I am homeless, over extended on my credit and overdrawn on my bank accounts. I have incurred late fees, over draft charges and higher interest rates.
Buffy said to me, "Daddy why don't you take a road trip, you can take Roy." So I put my furniture in storage and we struck out to Anacortes WA to see my nephew, his wife and six kids. We have traveled there together last year. We are looking forward to seeing them and Roy is anxious to smell new territories.