Took a five-hour (car) drive to Salt Lake City, and my little neurotic Annie whined and could not settle down THE WHOLE WAY.
Here is an email I sent to a friend:
Whiny Dog Arrives Safely in SLC
A hypertensive miniature poodle narrowly escaped death at the hand of her owner today after a harrowing five-hour car ride.
"My person is a real crab," said Annie, who described herself as an adorable white poodle that no one could EVER be mad at. "I couldn't keep her under control."
"Truth be told, I'd have killed the little bitch myself," said the Highway Patrol Trooper who pulled the driver over for distracted driving -- and cited the dog.
The Air News Channel 4 Chopper caught it all on tape. "Traffic was backed up for five miles while the berserk dog went ran across both directions of travel," the reporter said. A crack team of cat-herders was called in to round her up.
My friend asked how much of this was true, and I dryly replied, "There was no helicopter."
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I got a sedative from the vet, and it really helped on the drive home. (I gave her some, too!) A half-dose left her active, but not whiny. I wasn't tempted at all to throw her overhand out the window.
Annie actually took a powder at a gas station on the drive home and ran so fast I couldn't see where she went. I finally went back to my car and saw her jump onto the seat of a golf cart -- with a "Let's go to the dog park!" grin on her face.
Maybe I could just get her drunk when we take our first RV trip.