Here's a doggie conversation that will give you an indication of how lovely it's been to travel with my little darlins.
Come here sis, we've got to talk.
I tink I taw a tiny wittle bug on the fwoor ovah here.
GET over here!
Pweeze don't yell at me.
I know you don't want to talk about it, but we've got to talk about it.
I weally wuv dis pink spahkly collah momee bought me.
What were you THINKING in the car today??
I wuz tinking about how much I wuv momee.
Is that what you were thinking when you POOPED in the back seat?
I don't wanna talk about it. Besides, YOU did it. I taught it would be otay.
Listen, sis. I get CARSICK. Momee knows that. But when you did what you did, I thought she was going to run us off the road!
Momee is so pretty, but I tink she might be a wittle bit navigationwally chawwenged.
Why do you think I get so carsick? You're avoiding the issue.
Don't you tink Momee is pwetty?
Yes, aside from that stuff she puts on her face once a week, she's absolutely gorgeous. Now, back to my point. You do NOT under any circumstances whatsoever POOP in the back seat of momee's car when she's driving. And certainly not after she's stopped 4 times to clean up after me.
I tink I know why dey say "sick as a dog" now.
I can't help it. Momee knows I get carsick. But you have no excuse.
Momee wuvs me no matter what.
Again, not the point. We both want to live long happy dog lives with Momee. Momee is not getting any younger and cleaning up after me is enough. You've got to get control of yourself, Sis!
Otay. But will you pwomise me one ting?
If she twies to put one of those doggie dwesses on me, will you chew it to shweds?
Sorry sis, you're on your own there. I'm the golden boy and I intend to keep it that way.