Have you ever traveled with your pups? Like, really traveled-over many miles and state borders and maybe over some mountains and past lakes, seeing deer and buffalo and Egrets and everything in between?
Well, I have. My dogs have been to more states than some humans, and they are troopers. They have their spots, they get their rawhides, and they settle in for the many many many miles ahead. Sometimes they trade who sits in which lap, sometimes they request a fresh breeze through the vent or the open window, but mostly, they sleep. They are the best travelers, which is good because we travel A LOT. And it seems lately that we’ve been traveling for weddings-not our own-and who knew that we knew this many people?!
“I’ve had some of my best existential experiences while driving across the United States and I like to think my dogs have played a large roll in that.”
So, we find ourselves in our car (and by “our” I mean an impermanent rental that will fit three humans with luggage and three dogs with luggage, comfortably) making our way across state lines-taking doggie breaks at places we hope are far enough off the beaten path to be safe for our under-vaccinated puppy-and all the while hoping that she won’t pee on us or the rented car’s mats…(she was in her crate, safely, while driving).
I’ve had some of my best existential experiences while driving across the United States and I like to think my dogs have played a large roll in that-they fearlessly go wherever I do because they automatically trust that the outcome will be OK. Isn’t that a funny thing? My dogs just assume that all will be well. Thankfully, right now, it is. They have food and water and warm bed(s) (and treats and toys galore). They have love, from me and each other.
And, after long hours of travel, they get to sleep like this, just because they can >>>
Here is to a lifetime of safe travels.
The boys are sleeping in the backseat.