The Snoozing Dog

The first time we ever took Rita for a ride in the car, I would have sworn it would be her last trip in the car. No only did she “spray” or whatever they do when their glands need to be expressed, but she was in a full panic and it was like hanging onto a greased pig. She has become such an excellent little traveler.

On our way to Louisiana, she slept in her little bed on the console for at least half the trip. Then she decided she wanted to be held and was acting like she was looking out the window .. though she’s blind so I don’t think she was seeing anything. When we started on our way home yesterday, she wanted to again be on my lap and looking out the window but I don’t like that. I’m always afraid if the airbag comes out, it may hurt her worse than any accident so we want her on the console, hopefully out of the impact zone of an airbag. Really, our bigger hope is that there’s no reason for the airbag to deploy.

Anyway, on the way home, I wouldn’t let her sit on my lap. It isn’t like she isn’t right up against us when she’s sitting with her bed on the console. I wanted to knit and I can’t do that with her on my lap.

Snoozing Dog

It wasn’t long til she was flat of her back, with her mouth open, sleeping and snoring! We were cracking up. I said “She sleeps just like her dad!” and Vince said “No, she sleeps just like her mom!” We laughed about how horrible those first few car trips were with her and how far she’s come. Oh, how we love that little dog.

She pretty much slept all the way home. How nice would it be to curl up and sleep the entire 6 hour car trip? I guess I shouldn’t complain . . I spent the entire time knitting.