Dogs get car-sick too
Lacey and I took Mike to work this morning because the Fat Lady has muffleritis and needed some time with the guys over at Monro. We were supposed to drive straight to Monro and he would go inside and drop the keys and we would take him to work. I guess I was on auto-pilot because I went right past and onto the highway. Lacey and I ended up going for a little ride before I realized Mike was back at Monro and not in the car, and if I made it all the way to his work without him, that would be really lame. Since our straight-laced governor is being investigated for his "ties to a prostitution ring" (this is the more sensational way to say that he hired an expensive hooker for one night) I was NPR-ing hard and I'm blaming that for my momentary lapse of reality.
Of course, as soon as I had dropped Mike off at work, Lacey pup jumped into the front seat to get a better view. She rode there for awhile but eventually went back into the back seat (thank goodness) and proceeded to chew on her blanket back there. Shouting "no!" to her didn't seem to make a difference, and I wasn't going to do a swerve just to get her to not eat the blanket. Once we got off the highway it was a bumpy ride because of all the snow we've had lately and right around the moment we were turning onto our street I smelled it. She must've booted it while we were bumping along. She was so sad. I think she loves her breakfast and hates to see it go to waste. Lucky for me she hit the easy-to-clean back rubber floor mat squarely in the eye.
Poor pukey dog is in her crate right now (her choice) all curled up. Sad Christmas.
Of course, as soon as I had dropped Mike off at work, Lacey pup jumped into the front seat to get a better view. She rode there for awhile but eventually went back into the back seat (thank goodness) and proceeded to chew on her blanket back there. Shouting "no!" to her didn't seem to make a difference, and I wasn't going to do a swerve just to get her to not eat the blanket. Once we got off the highway it was a bumpy ride because of all the snow we've had lately and right around the moment we were turning onto our street I smelled it. She must've booted it while we were bumping along. She was so sad. I think she loves her breakfast and hates to see it go to waste. Lucky for me she hit the easy-to-clean back rubber floor mat squarely in the eye.
Poor pukey dog is in her crate right now (her choice) all curled up. Sad Christmas.