stretches paws out, flattens belly on cool wooden floor, this is my kind of downward dog.
If I haven’t mentioned this, My pet parent, a tad coo coo!! How might I know this? Oh, a 700 mile road trip To Seattle.
Moi, thinking Im taking a short trip to Petco. . Nope! Seattle!
So when we passed the petco, and the lady inside the iPhone, aka black plastic chew toy that’s WAAAYYY off limits, said 700 miles and your destination will be on your right!!!!! Yoooowwwwwzzzers!!!!!!! High ear ALERT!! Car rides are great , but they’re no patch of green grass to pee on!! This better mean treats every 100 miles!
Do I whimper? Cry? stage a fuss? Nope! I scope out the car and look for a little crate escape route that will keep Miss Wheels on fire busy wondering where I am. Will I or won’t I pee on car carpet? Heee hee!! I’m a puppy! I have a puppy reputation to keep!
my road trip look
Snuggle, cuddle, chew, roll over and rolling right along on the big and very lengthy open road. I feel a whimper coming on, yep it’s a whimper! So pit stop here we come, I need and introduction to this famous place called Micky D’s.
You can’t see it, but if you could You’d say, ” Whoa!! Would you look at that landscaping! That’s primo green grass!!” Golden Arches, meet my primo golden pee. I’m lov’n it!!!
I think I’ve mentioned, the pet parent is coo-coo? Yep, who gets off the major highway to travel down a deserted road to look at a reservoir beyond half empty? Ohhhh, She does!
The green, where water used to be, or should be. The tannish red, how high the water should be. The ramp in front of us, once used for launching boats, also suppose to be under water. Let’s just say, very little is under water around here. Definately a half empty dog bowl kinda place.
While walking back to le auto, I decide to trollope myself through some high golden grass. Ugh! Soooo not a good idea!! Burr central!! My fluffy coat gets covered!! Ive learned not only am I a chick magnet, but a burr magnet too!!! Oh joy! I’m now in burr removal hell! Golden Arches, good! Golden hills, bad!
Stop! I hate you pet parent! Stop pulling them out! Ever hear of scissors? Grrrrr! Growl! Nip! Go away! I wanna gooooooo!!! Hit the road, Where’s Willy Nelson when I need him? I’m warning you, puppy teeth !!! PUPPPY TEEEETTTHHH!! Will use them!!!!!
Moving along Tired, and grumpy! No more xtra adventures pleeez!! So there it is, that monster mountain you see for miles, Mt. Shasta. Its like a giant peek a boo polar bear. It’s pretty, but it would look prettier with bacon on top. I’m just say’n.
So hours and hours of ups, downs, arounds, and over mountains. . I’m napping and I still get it, there are a lot of trees in Oregon. Trees to the right, trees to the left, overhead, front and back! Trees!!!!! If I ever need a tee, Oregon is my go to state. There’s even a tree on the license plate around here!
Sundown in Washington and I’m Washing we were already at the end of this trip! Lol!! Puppy insanity! More trees!!!! Are you kidding me? Does this road ever end? Interstate 5? More like interstate 5 million miles! Whhiiine!
Heaven!!! We have arrived!!! 13 hours later, two Micky d Pitt stops, dry reservoir adventure, golden hill hell, and no accidents of any sort!! I spared the car interior my mark, I smell green grassy backyard!! Let me out of this Volvo nooooowwwwwwaaahhhhh!!!