Sunday

Girls Day Out...

Friday morning, I went to town to go shopping, it's about 30 miles to the nearest store.  Elaine still works, and I have taken it upon myself to take care of the in-town errands and shopping.  I don’t mind, and actually, I enjoy it.  I have done it for years and know where the bargains are and where to get the best deals.  The few times, Elaine has done it, she came home with a bunch of things we don’t need, she is a grocery’s store dream, she is an impulse buyer but I'm a list guy.
On this morning, after getting ready and grabbing my list, JoJo and Dahlia stood by the car, and as I approached it, I said “wanna go,”   they both turned circles, and I knew I had two copilots.  I usually have just one because I usually take either Shepp or Doc and while they both love to go, this day, the Shepherds needed a turn.  Sorry boys, it’s Girls Day Out.

Dahlia

JoJo
The odd thing with Dahlia is although she was a rescue from an owner, she was very well taken care of but, HATED car rides.  When I first brought her home on the two-hour trip, she put her head in the corner of the back seat and never moved and was scared to death.  We have a long drive to our house right after the entrance gate, and when Elaine or I would come home, most of the dogs would meet us and ride in the car to the house, Dahlia had never made the trip in the car, but she ran alongside us.  One day, I came home from shopping and Dahlia met me as usual, but this time, she wanted to ride.  She jumped inside on the passenger's side, and off we went, and from then on, she loves it.  I guess she watched the others and now she wanted to try and did.

So Friday morning we were off, the first time both German Shepherds were together in the car, and as we drove down the highway, we got some strange looks.  When we were on the interstate, people would pull beside us and wave at the dogs who were looking at them, and I got a thumbs up.  Quite the experience for all of us.

Doc Loves to take rides
This is not my first car experience with dogs in the car.  In April of 2014, Doc and I headed to Louisville to get some supplies.  On the way down, he went from the front seat to the back seat, and then to the floorboard then he would start over again.  After picking up the supplies and starting for home, I was hungry, and we were about 30 miles from home, I stopped at a local fast food restaurant, and we pulled into the golden arches where I ordered some food.  Up to this point, Doc was not too interested in the things around him, but his ears immediately perked up as we stopped at the drive-in.  As I spoke into the ordering area, (Waaaw-waw-waw. Waaaw-waw) he looked out the front window but I saw his front feet prance in place and as we got closer to the pick-up window and the lady approached us with the sack of goodies, he was in my lap with his head out the driver’s window looking at the food.  I still had to make change and put my wallet away, but he wanted everything that was in the bag and before pulling away, the attendant said, “boy, he’s a little spunky,” and my response was “Oh...he’ll be fine.”  They say a dog’s nose more than 10,000 times stronger than ours, and I never gave it any thought, but I now do, believe me, it’s true.  “Hold om Doc, I’ll give you a bite” as I started to pull into traffic with a soft drink between my legs, French fries on my lap and a chicken sandwich in my right hand, driving with my left hand and knees, all the time trying not to get lettuce my lap.   As I pulled into traffic, Doc lunged into my lap again and attempted to get his nose into the bag.  What sleeping dragon have I created by this food stop?


I literally laughed at his attempts, but there was nothing to do but give him a bite.  “Doc, sit” which he did, and he gobbled the french fry out of my hand but the problem, he nearly took my finger off.  OK, new plan…I threw the French fry to the back seat.  He leaped over the seat and found it and returned in just a second.  “Ooh, that didn’t take long,” I said.”  Doc, sit” I threw the french fry to the front floorboard, and he had to hunt for it, so here I was, throwing French fries around the car while he was chasing them.  I had a soft drink between my legs too, a chicken sandwich in one hand and a dog jumping around the car after french fries and the whole time, we were weaving from lane to lane with the car.  But it’s didn’t stop there…the sandwich was next.  I will tell you that I did attempt to take a bite of chicken sandwich in between throws, but because it was dressed, some dropped to my lap.  I would take a nibble and Doc would take a nibble whether I wanted him to or not, never again.

Assistant Manager and Manager
JoJo, Dahlia and I traveled to the Bank, Menards, and Wal Mart, and all in all, they were good as Gold and even though I thought about getting them a snack at a fast food restaurant, after the experience with Doc and the food, I thought better.  Several times as I was walking toward the car, several people would approach the car to see these silly girls while they sat in the front seat waiting for me.  On the way home, both of them were in the back seat but someone started winning.  I looked back into the back seat, and you could tell, someone needed to “go.”  In my mind, I said “hold it, hold it” but knowing I have found a Tootsie Roll before and I know the consequences, but we were so close to home.  I went faster and knew we could make it.  “Please,” I thought, and as we made the final turn, I knew we were close, and someone’s eyes were big and getting bigger.



Finally, we were at the gate, and as fast as I could open it they were out of the car, and off in the woods they went.   Relief at last, Relief at last.  It could have been worse.  Until next time.  Ken