I just got back from a trek to The Land of the North to visit with Domer (whom I hadn’t seen since Christmas!)
And it was my first trip solo with my dog Dallas.
Normally, Dallas is the best traveler. Pop him in his crate on the back seat and let him sleep until it’s potty-time.
But when you don’t have anybody along who can help out, it becomes a whole new ballgame.
Take the aforementioned potty-time.
I stopped at a Rest Area, knowing they usually have plenty of grassy spots, trees, and such.
They did, but what was I to do with Dallas while I used the facilities?
I decided to sneak him in with me. No big deal, right?
Well, the attendant thought otherwise and told me I couldn’t do that.
‘I can’t leave him in the car,’ I protested.
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I can hold him outside for you.’
No way. I didn’t know him from Adam’s house cat; how could I trust him to dog-sit for me?
Furious at my lack of options, I took Dallas back to the car, cracked a few windows, and raced to the facilities, praying all the while that some well-meaning Good Samaritan wouldn’t break ALL my windows so the dog could breathe!
Lucky for us, it was cloudy and in the mid-70s, plus I wasn’t gone five minutes (and yes, the car was still cold when I returned).
I wonder what parents traveling solo with babies do??
As I mentioned, Dallas is usually a good passenger, but this time, he was restless.
He kept scratching on the walls of his crate. Standing up, then thumping down.
Making a hacking sound like he was ready to throw up.
Great. Just what I needed — dog vomit in my clean car (thankfully, he didn’t).
Another ‘delight’ was trying to get lunch.
Have you ever noticed how you have to pull off the interstate a gazillion times before finding just the right restaurant?
I felt like Goldilocks: this one doesn’t have healthy food choices, that one doesn’t offer a drive-through. A sit-down meal or gas station food might be convenient for some but not everyone.
Definitely not for those traveling with a dog.
After more pull-offs than I care to admit — wasting time when I was eager to see my son — I looked at the outside temperature gauge. It mirrored my temper.
By 2 p.m., I gave up. One missed meal won’t kill me, I decided.
Good thing I’d packed a handful of Lifesavers!