|Barked: Wed May 16, '07 11:14am PST |
|I used to have this problem ALL the time. This is our experience, and I hope some of it will help:
Mom tried ginger snaps. I loved them, but they didn't work.
She tried dramamine (1/2 tablet) and it worked most of the time, but I still HATED getting in the car. She thinks I associated getting in the car with getting sick. Like a child not wanting to get into a stroller, I would stiffen my body and refuse to get in the car.
Grandma started to visit our house a lot. Not thinking anything of it, she would leave the door open between the house and the garage, and one day left the car door open in the garage. I hopped in on my own to explore her car and a while later she found me sitting in there quietly.
They started doing this with Mom's car. I did the same thing. Seems I just needed to "sniff things out" for myself. Now I hop in the car no problem and haven't been sick in months. (And before I would get motion sickness everytime we went anywhere for over a year.)
I think after a few times of getting sick, like a person, I came to expect it, and needed some experiences on my own terms where I wouldn't get sick. The only other thing we can think of is, Mom used to keep me belted in with my harness so I wouldn't move around all over the car. Now she lets me sit where I want (except the driver's seat - I sure wish my county "license" allowed that!).
Of course, when I'm in the car, Mom also tries to watch her driving all the more. You know, I'm precious cargo.
I still cry sometimes, but that usually is me trying to tell mom, "Hey look - grass and trees! Isn't it time for a potty break?"
Edited by author Wed May 16, '07 11:16am PST
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