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Glad you asked!
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a)
Our Heelers are functionally constitutionally ferociously tremblingly unable to stay still for more than four-point-two seconds.
Accordingly, a leash comes off the rack-o'-leashes by the escape-hatch, and somebody gets hitched, and the walkies commence.
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That is one.
We have more than one Heeler, so the procedure is repeated a few more times.
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Apparently, far beyond our limited ability to understand -- or resist -- the command 'Outside, Boss!' is transmitted telepathically by the quivering members of our crew.
Must. Obey. Canines.
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b)
We intentionally designed our rig with tiny interior dimensions, because our intention was/is to be outside playing, instead of inside looking out... wistfully.
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And this's another reason for our tiny windows... 'be' outside instead of looking outside through magnificent yuge 'picture' windows.
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c)
We engineered our ExpeditionVehicle with fond childhood memories -- or swiss-cheesed adult memories of death-defying childhoods -- 'swinging' on the monkey-bars.
Accordingly, we included a climbing-n-hanging apparatus as part of our permanent porch.
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And apparently, we always wanted to be firemen, so we occasionally dismount by grabbing some portion of the structure, jumping with gleeful abandon, flinging our flying feet wide and open, as we slowly relax the grip and spiral into a perfect two-point.
Oddly, this causes no end of alarm to the straights.
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Portraits here:
https://vanlivingforum.com/threads/expeditionvehicle-build.44908/#post-576110