Car Rides

I've heard other hounds like car rides - sticking their tongues out in the wind and catching every bug up their noses, protecting the family by barking at any stranger or dog on the sidewalk, and blissfully enjoying the adventure of where they could be going.

Not me. Cars are noisy, robotic monsters that will eat me alive. I get vertigo and think I'll fall off the face of the planet, never to chase another ball again. As long as I'm confined in a metal box (or crate), I know I'm safer from the terrible beast.

Well, my new mom's car isn't big enough for a crate. What the hell? Trying to kill me already? So, my first ride was like riding the world's biggest roller coaster - I was more scared than a cat in a bath.

That didn't stop Britni, though. I learned quickly that car rides were AWEsome! I could be traveling to the dog park, the jungle gym of boulders (Camelback Mountain) or visiting new friends. I got lots of jackpots (big time bonus of treats) and lots of love'ns from my momma too. It didn't take me long to learn that those crazy, car mutts may have been onto something.