Doggie come home

I didn’t cry at any of the Lassie films, though I did at Old Yeller, The Yearling and I confess ET.
Also there are parts in The Colour Purple and The Elephant Man that bring a moistness to my eyes, and reading or watching anything that reunites people with their loved ones usually has the same effect, so the Lassie thing may seem a bit strange.
Also, the dog was absolutely HUGE compared to the one I had in the 80s.
They are a beautiful and elegant breed though.

Our previous dog used to love a car ride out to the forest on a Sunday afternoon. We could take him almost anywhere and he would be fine, that was until I took him to Doggy Classes.
Digital Camera(This is the snap shot we had put on canvas when we lost him so suddenly in 2005. It is now on our wardrobe door in the boat).

The only thing I think that could have caused such a drastic change was being passengers in a friend’s beaten up old transit van. Sadly Barney was in the back where everything echoed and was extremely noisy. After that one journey, he was a terrible traveller, to the extent that a lot of the time we left him at home.

kennelOur garden was secure so he had a kennel outside, fresh food and water, and was content to sit or lie at the gate and watch the world go by (the postman always gave him biscuits), or stretch out in front of the garage which was a sun trap and toast himself, one side at a time.
However, there were times when we had no choice and he had to come with us.
The journey, however short, was frustrating and distracting with his pacing and whining.

Coming back though, you would never know we had a dog in the back.

Maggie is well-travelled.
Not surprising really with all the miles we clocked up house hunting in 2007 and again earlier this year.
She used to be travel sick, but we remedied that with a scrambled egg every morning for breakfast, and she always enjoyed a ride.
Lately though, she had started to fret a little on a long journey.
We stop and let her out, we give her a drink, we make a fuss. When travelling, we will let her come across and curl up on the lap of whoever’s in the passenger seat, where she sticks her nose by the vent and falls asleep.
partnerWe thought it was the Partner’s back windows to blame as they were on hinges and didn’t open very far. I hated being in the back myself as it got really hot and there was no airflow. Sadly both driver and passenger usually preferred their windows closed, and unlike my 206, there was no air conditioning.
Saying that, in my 206, she could sit in the middle of the back seat, have a perfect all round view, be within sniffing distance of our shoulders and, most of the time, be quite content.
When changing the car, having good ventilation in the back was therefore a MUST, so the little Fiat 500 was out of the running as the back windows didn’t open at all!
The I10 has got air conditioning as well as full opening windows, and Maggie curled up on the back seat the day we drove it home, so we thought we had it sussed.
We visited our friend last week and she was fine, but yesterday we had the whines on our journey down to visit my Mum.
happy birthdayIt was a distance of 170 miles, and took us over three hours. We got stuck in traffic, but the little car performed well and it was a comfortable trip.
Despite various stops, sadly towards the end we had to put Maggie on a lead and I held on to her to stop her pacing.
It was worse than kids with ‘Are we there yet?’ and unfortunately you can’t distract them with ‘I spy’ as dogs don’t understand the rules.
There was plenty of ventilation, and when she came over for a lap cuddle, she was OK.

I’m wondering if it is something to do with the time and distance of a journey.
Or perhaps feeling she’s venturing into the unknown and thus getting anxious, though we’ve never taken her somewhere only to leave her.
However, exactly like Barney, on the way home she was no trouble, only wanting to come over to the front once and then curling up on the back seat and falling asleep.
I’m convinced they both knew they were ‘going home’ and thus had nothing to worry about.
homeNote: this could also explain why she was happy on the journey to our friend…… his is her second home and she knew where she was going!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Doggie come home

  1. scifihammy says:

    Three hours is a long time for a dog in a car – but she did well! And I’m sure she knew she was going home again 🙂

    • We always have two or three stops on a journey for potty breaks or to stretch our legs.
      We also always carry water so that we can give her a drink.
      On short trips she’s fine, I guess because she recognises the locality.
      She sits up and takes it all in anyway.

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