Hi all you skinny dogs. Sorry for not posting. I've just survived a big long trip in a crate (I don't do crates; couches much preferred) and ended up in a much colder, coats-a-must place called Hamilton, Ontario. I sure miss all my friends in BC. Have any of you ever moved to a strange new place? How do you cope?
BOL, I can barely survive a trip around the corner without needing to hurl.......always on mommy ("nauturaly", mommy sighs as I'm dictating this message).
Now if we could put wheels on the couch, that would be a different story!!
Congrats on the new home Ribsy. I checked out your blog, it is so cool, keep up the good work!
I must be in the minority, because I LOVE the car. Maybe it's because I'm only half-Whippet.
The longest car ride I ever took...not counting the one when I was saved from the pound by the rescue group (I was just a wee pup).... was when Mom and Dad adopted me. They drove a little over 2 hours to come and get me. I slept curled up on the floor behind the driver's seat. On the way home, we stopped at the drive-in and I got my first taste of french fries. Mmmmm.
When Mom and Dad took me in, I was really shy for about... 24 hours. BOL. Then I adjusted really quick to the new house and new siblings. Mom said it was like I always lived there!