A fellow blogger described taking a trip with his reactive dog Angst Hase on Siggles on Board. At the end he asked for comments about trips others have taken with their dogs. It made me think … and remember.
While Pettigrew loves the car, we don’t take him many places. In the beginning, he was destructive, chewing up the legs to chairs and scratching the seats.
Then there’s the fact that he sleeps on our sofa, which is not everyone’s cup of tea.
Even now his claws had scored grooves into our floor as he skids across the hall to bark at the mail carrier and then rumples the carpet as he rushes to the window to hurry her on her way.
It seemed like a lot to ask someone else to put up with these foibles.
But, early on, we did take him on one road trip. It was an overnight visit to my sister and her family. We arrived Saturday, well after mail delivery, and would be leaving Sunday. How much harm could he do in one night? Right?
At the halfway point in our trip, we stopped at Breezewood, PA where the Pennsylvania Turnpike and Route 70 meet. While my family headed off in search of lunch, I clicked on Pettigrew’s leash and we strolled over to visit the weeds growing between cracks in the asphalt until Pettigrew found just the right spot. It was not my most scenic pit stop.
When we finally arrived at my sister’s, we were happy to let him stretch his legs in her yard. The neighbor’s cat was teasing him, prancing along the top of the fence that separated the plots. They were each on their own side and the fence was too high for Pettigrew to either vault or reach the cat, so I wasn’t worried as long as my sister didn’t think the barking would irritate her neighbors.
While we were chatting, we noticed a blur of black in the neighbor’s yard, an ominous quiet, and then the scratching of a cat’s claws on bark as it scrambled for purchase high in a tree. Apparently, Pettigrew had found a hole and shimmied through. He’s good at that.
After pulling Pettigrew back into my sister’s house and watching the neighbor heading to his garage to get a ladder, I decided it would be prudent to take Pettigrew for a long, on-leash walk in the neighborhood. We needed to lay low until the cat was safely on the ground. All seemed calm when we returned and, as far as I know, the fire department was not needed to resolve the cat-stuck-in-a-tree fiasco.
Nowadays he goes on daytrips for hikes and other outings, but nights are spent tucked in on his very own sofa.