It’s that time of year again, when our human packs up and heads to Wellington, Florida. I, of course, am traveling with her as protector, companion, and anxiety-reducer. It’s not easy.
This year Crockett is coming too. He was just a pup when he traveled from Wellington to Virginia last year, and the car trips he has been on since then have been mostly to the office, or to some training lessons. He doesn’t remember the mammoth 17 hours in the car.
Our human always has reams of lists. The problem is, she will get up in the middle of the night to write something down that she doesn’t want to forget, and leave it in a place like the back of the toilet, or under a book, and then dash madly about trying to find that scrap of paper. It really is quite amusing, particularly this year when that piece of paper was found on her bed under a cat.
The most fun thing about driving to Wellington is the hotel. We generally spend the first night around Savannah, in some cheap hotel off I-95.
I generally can scare the bejesus out of the traveling construction workers and send a few kids screaming from my seriously deep bark. Of course there are those hotel guests that see me and say, “oh what a beautiful dog” so I turn on my trademark Aussie charm, complete with smile.
In the hotel room, I lay against the outside door to make sure no one comes in. I have learned not to growl at the sound of footsteps on the pavement outside, or at the sound of a diesel starting up at 4 am.
Since we are fed predominately raw food, a cooler travels with us that plugs into the hotel room outlet to keep things cool. It also plugs into an outlet in the back of the Subaru. We always get a raw marrow- bone to eat after we have finished our regular raw food patties. This keeps us occupied and amused while our human lies comatose on the bed.
When we get to Wellington, before even going to the rental house, we stop at the dog park so that we can blow off some steam after being cooped up in the car and walked on leashes.
This year we will be traveling with Biostar’s Thera Calm. It’s the only supplement that stops Crockett’s car-sickness, and our human is convinced that Crockett and I will have a much more enjoyable trip if our cortisol is not elevated. I may have to slip a few of these tasty bites to our human, who sure could use some reduced cortisol as she barrels down the highway at 75 miles per hour.
We always do our traveling with Biostar’s Terra Biota. We get it in our food the morning we leave, and every morning for the first few days we are in Florida. It is a very different environment in Wellington from our farm life, so our GI tracts have to get re-acquainted with the different microorganisms that live in the tropical regions.
Our human will pack our Buckaroo’s Cooling Stew because it is darn hot in Wellington compared to Virginia, and being double coated dogs, we need food that will cool our body systems down in addition to plenty of air conditioning and floor fans. Plus the variety of vegetables and fruits in Buckaroo’s Cooling Stew support the diversity of the micro biome in our gut. And trust me, our human is not going to be chopping veggies and fruits for us when we are in Wellington…she’ll be racing around like a crazy woman.
I’ll just have to figure out a way to feed her the calming treats on a daily basis…