You would think it would be just a simple drive. . . .
After almost two weeks at the crash pad, Partner coming on down last weekend so she could get used to one place a bit before uprooting yet again, it was time to take Abby home to the Range.
One of the traits I looked at, when picking a dog to adopt was "rides well in the car" as, like Barkley, she will commute with me. The drive is several times a month and it's long, but we often see some really interesting things. Like today, this "weekend woody" camper.
Until I got up to find her with her head in the food bowl, not the little one but the BIG one, the plastic container that holds 40 pounds Apparently Miss Abby figured out that if Mom doesn't latch the top down tight, she can snoot the top up and have herself a little snack.
And she did, on top of her regular food. There wasn't that much missing, and her belly wasn't hard, so I figured she'd be full but OK.
Until I got out of the shower to find out she'd barfed on the only really expensive rug in the house. swore Barkley was somehow up in doggie heaven giving her pointers.
I got that cleaned up, and took her out to potty, but she really did't have to go, so we loaded up. I knew she was a little nervous as we loaded up, as the last time she made a long trip, she ended up in another strange place with very kind, but new people. After several months in a shelter being treated for heartworm, that had to have been scary for her.
So I kept my eye on her. Having owned a couple labs in my life, I know about the effects of overeating, mainly, dogrrhea. But she seemed just fine when we left the crash pad.
But as we hit every pothole on I-65 North, she started to get a little restless (attention State of Indiana, driving the right lane on the stretch between Indy and Lafayette is like driving on a pinball machine, and that first rest stop north of town has fissures in the pavement that have likely swallowed a Smart car).
Abby had been happily sleeping when suddenly she sat up, maneuvered and let loose an explosive spray from her back end that would have done a demolition team proud.
I didn't think a little dog could hold that much.
We got off the road at a looming rest stop. I didn't scold her, she couldn't help it, but patted her and got her cleaned up as best I could (thank you paper towels and a garbage bag in the emergency road kit). Then, I wiped down the seat and the floor (most of it hitting the floor and the back of my seat). I then went into the rest rooms to get cleaned up. One woman wrinkled her nose at the smell (my jacket sleeve got it bad) and I just said "you should have seen the other guy!"
I called Partner and told him I'd be a little late. We took another walk, making sure she was completely empty before getting her some fresh water and a blanket. From there, she was all happy, no further discomfort though for the rest of the drive, though I was seriously tempted to stick my ear plugs up my nose, having left the Vick's in my ready bag.
We made our usual stop at I-65 Exit 240 (Lowell/Hebron) at the clean and friendly Arby's that's next door to a very nice Super 8 (even if I don't want a bite to eat, I'll stop there for a friendly hello and a coffee). By that time the truck had aired out, and she was definitely feeling better.
We're near the state line, you can tell by the cars. Do you want to take a bet how good THAT is to drive during lake effect snow up here (don't drive that after Labor Day).
And apparently a whole bunch of cleaning supplies.
Happily coming up the steps inside, she settled right into the house, probably smelling us both there, and finding her favorite toy on the rug when she came inside to home, tail wagging furiously.
It's good to have a Lab back in the house, trying out every single comfy place to lay. I can almost hear Barkley up above saying "Way to Go Agent Canine C-4, way to go".