Mickey, the Traveler
Mickey, our psychotic dog, with all of his other faults, was a very good traveling dog. He would lie on the seat between Ford and me and you never knew he was there.
When we stopped for gas, to eat or use the rest rooms we would let him out of the car and he would run around until he found his spot and take care of his business. Then we would let him just run around free for a few minutes. After that he would hop back into the car and snuggle down in his place and never bother us until time to stop again.
I always had water and food for him in the car and he was a very good traveler--less trouble than children are.
He was a much traveled dog. We took him to California, Arizona, Texas and lots of camping trips.
Somehow, when we would get within a few miles from home he knew we were there. He would get very restless and excited, and try to see out the windows. We never figured out how he knew when we were nearing home. It was as if he had some extra sense that enabled him to know where we were. He would get frantic by the time we drove into our driveway. You didn't have to wonder if he was glad to be home, he showed it.
Mickey has been gone for a long time but I still think of him often and remember how excited he would be when we were on a trip.
posted by kyra lafain @ 11/30/2008 12:30:00 PM
1 Comments:
I don't know how dogs know that, but they do -- when we take Katie to the vet or the groomer, she knows when we're getting close to home, and she'll start looking out the windows and wagging her tail.
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