So my peoples finally took me on a vacation, and I even found out that, other than dog seminars and visits with family (like when they brought Leah and Meadow to Florida and LEFT ME BEHIND), this was their very first real dog friendly vacation.
Yup. Their first one, and they chose me instead of Leah. Because of that, I should probably forgive them for going to Florida without me – but I won’t. After all, I think the only reason they picked me instead of her is because they were meeting up with three other families that all had mini-peoples with them. Seven in fact.
And seven mini-peoples who all want to pet the dogs (and who wouldn’t?) + Leah = bad news.
Despite the fact that my peoples probably only brought me along so the mini-peoples would have someone to pet, I had a lot of fun. I went on three hikes, (during which we learned that I am a “tick-magnet”), and one of the hikes was about a mile and a half climb up the side of a mountain. I’d tell you which mountain, but my peoples broke the rules and hiked with me up a “No Dogs Allowed” trail. Can you believe it? The One Called Donna, AKA: Ms. Worries About Everything, AKA: Ms. Must Obey the Rules – took me somewhere I wasn’t allowed.
Like all rule breakers, she had a good excuse. Her friends made her do it. Yup, her friends planned the hike and my peoples had no idea pets weren’t allowed until all four families were standing at the trail-head staring at the sign with me and Meadow and a little white dust mop named Bella straining at the ends of our leads, raring to go. (Okay, so I was the only one straining, but that’s besides the point.) The One Called Donna was not happy about it, but Bella’s peoples had been to the same trail many times with Bella and said they never had an issue.
Then they peer-pressured my peoples into taking us up.
But even though they reluctantly agreed to hike the trail, The One Called Donna did speak up about one thing – at the start of the two mile trail we needed to climb up about five flights of stairs and then walk over a rickety metal bridge that crossed an interstate. Not only did she feel I should NOT do the stairs (since I have a wrist issue and an intermittent limp in my rear end and she was mostly concerned about how to get me back down again) but she also thought Meadow would be terrified of crossing the highway – so she made The One Named Nick drive us to another portion of the trail and meet up with all the other families about a half mile in to the hike. (Personally, I think she did this so she only had to hike a mile and a half instead of two miles, but what do I know? I’m just a dog.)
The plan was that everybody would hike up the trail and then back down again – making the hike four miles long (or three miles for us since we cheated) but by the time we got to the top of the mountain it was almost dark and everyone was FREEZING. Luckily, one of the other peoples had stayed back at the cabins because she
wanted some quiet time to herself was sick, and so we called her to come drive to the top of the mountain and then chauffeur everyone back to their cars.
It’s a good thing too, because my peoples didn’t think Meadow would need a sweatshirt on her hike (since hiking keeps you warm) and she was shivering so badly at the top of the mountain that The One Named Donna gave up her own sweatshirt to try and keep her warm.
Bet she wouldn’t do that for me. But luckily, I like the cold. Must be my Canadian blood.
I was pretty proud of myself at the end of my hike – even though The One Named Donna worried about me slipping on rocks during the entire time and she hand picked where I should walk and pointed out each way she wanted me to go, rather than letting me choose my own way. In her defense, I did slip a little the couple of times that I tried to do my own thing, (I’m not very graceful you know), but still, she worries way too much.
Besides, I didn’t see The One Named Nick worrying about Meadow, who scaled the side of the mountain like she was a Mountain Goat. But I guess this was because they figured she knew what she was doing, since we were not far from her old stomping grounds. (Meadow was captured only about an hour south of there, in the Colonie area.)
Speaking of Meadow, she did pretty good on the trip for a scardy cat, especially with being around so many mini-peoples. I told her that they are not bad, (hey, most of them have food), and I guess she believed me because she even liked one of them enough to sidle up next to her, sniff the strings on her sweatshirt, and then wag her tail at her – all while being pet.
However, on one of the nights we were hanging around our cabin, Meadow’s old foster-peoples, Brian and Lesli, drove all the way from Vermont to see her (and the rest of us) – and Meadow was rude to them - she just curled up on the sofa and slept! But I was sure glad they visited because Brian gave me a good butt scritching AND I even got some steak during dinner – but only a little, since it doesn’t agree with me much. I would have preferred a lot more, but my peoples did not want any more “messes” to clean up.
It was bad enough that I had already thrown up twice in the cabin.
Why? Well…I’ve been having some issues. Honestly, I didn’t really want to tell you peoples about it, (I kept hoping it would go away), but it hasn’t gone away and I guess it’s time I told you that for the past few weeks I’ve been getting sick on and off after I drink and no-one really knows why. Not even me. My peoples sure can’t figure it out, and neither can my vet. He told them to try limiting my water and see what happens, but it’s not really helping much because it’s hard to stop one dog from drinking when there are three dogs that need access to fresh water.
Plus, it doesn’t help that I’m sneaky.
I overheard The One Named Donna saying that my annual exam is coming up in about a week and a half, so my peoples are probably going to speak with my vet about it again then,
along with talking to him about my recent panic attacks. Ooops, did that slip out too? I should probably learn how to use the “delete” key instead of crossing things out all the time. Anyway, I’ve run out of time to talk about it today, but basically my circling when Leah makes “the noise” has escalated recently, and I’m now afraid of other things too (like Meadow burping and Zombies on the TV).
Sorry I can’t get into it more at the moment, but I promise to put up another post about it for you peoples real soon.