It all began early in the morning when Mom and Dad were busy putting things in the BIG car. I knew something scary was happening so I stayed under the kitchen table out of the way (trembling) - but then the Mom TRICKED me - yes she did. She offered me a treat and then GRABBED me and put me in the BIG car.
Now we hardly ever go in the BIG car so I knew straight away this was not going to be good. Mom had even put MY little snuggly bed and security blankie in there but I wasn't falling for that trick - okay I did eventually! We drove and drove for like 87 days and we kept stopping at these terrifying places called "Rest Stops". They were sooooo BAD I would plant all 4 feet and refuse to get out of the BIG car. Dad would have to pick me up and put me outside but I didn't like one little bit - NO I didn't - not one little bit! There was so much noise with cars and trucks whizzing by and even though I didn't like the BIG car it soon became my safe place. I got so good at not leaving it that I would jump back in the car before Mom and Dad could blink. Big Dog didn't seem to care at all - he was to busy sniffing and off in his own little happy place.
Finally the BIG car stopped moving and Mom said "okay we are here" - but where was here? This wasn't my house or my garden - it was a terrible haunted scary cabin thing. NO WAY was I going to go in that - I ran straight back and jumped back in MY big car. It took many many tries on Mom's part to finally get me in that cabin thing and then when I did get inside - no way was I going to go out again with all those weird animals and noises.
It took most of the afternoon but eventually I did come out to investigate and look around - so long as Mom left the door open so I could run inside if any monsters came chasing me. This is where I spent A LOT of my time though - safely
I can't say this vacation thingy was really ALL bad - just MOST of it! People did keep telling me what a pretty boy I was - when they could see me peeking from behind Mom's legs.
Overall - I think the very best part of this vacation thingy was finally getting home - dog oh dog - I ran inside and kissed the floor (well I slipped actually and did a nose dive) but yes - I was SOOOOO HAPPY to be home in my house and in my garden and I don't ever want to go on vacation again MOM!
Note from Mom - it didn't help that I forgot to take Denny's "Chill Pills" his anxiety medication. He actually did better then I thought he would. He is without a doubt a "weird scared little dude" but we love him anyway :)