Because she is such an important part of the family, Iggy comes with us to Alaska (Oscar is important, too, but he would hate it so much in Alaska, that we think it’s actually kinder to let him stay home).
Once we get to the tundra, it’s not all fun and games. When we go fishing, Iggy is in charge of driving the truck.
After a hard day of work, she puts on her comfortable sweater and lounges on her bed under the stairs.
At night, she cozies up in a cardboard box next to our bed:
Things are a little different in Alaska. Not better or worse, just different.
For more pictures and stories of Iggy’s adventures on the tundra, check out this post from the summer of 2007.