Often when holiday time comes, I work through it. I stay at home with the dogs and generally avoid the six hour drive from southern Ontario (Canada) to Lake Nipissing and Jeremy's parents house on the beach. It's a long drive, there's a lot of traffic and you spend about as much time driving as you do visiting, so much so that it hardly seems worth it. But every once in a while I get tired of staying at home by myself like a loser. I also get very, very tired of the city, and this year was one of those times. So, I went to Jocko Point with Jeremy. However, if I go, the dogs go.
After a lot of humming and hawing about it, I decided that six hours in the back of the Volvo with Duke and Nuka stepping on his face would probably be too much for the elderly and arthritic Nivek. Sure, Nivek would have a good time once he got there, sleeping on the porch, prancing in the lake, but he would have to survive the trip first, and I was unable to convince myself unequivocally that he would. This conclusion lead me to:
Road Trip One: Take Nivek to my parent's house.
My parents live about two hours away, and it just so happened that the only way to get Nivek to my parents was in my car, so to prepare for this 'vacation,' I brought my sixteen year old sedan into the shop last Friday. It ended up sleeping over in the garage until Saturday.
|Money: A small price to pay for peace of mind.|
I worked all week and rose early Thursday to do a pre-drive to my parents house in Wallaceburg before our actual trip to Jocko Point on Friday because in Jeremy's words, "I am not driving two hours in the opposite direction of where we are going and then driving to where we are going."
A valid point. I left home later then intended Thursday, but otherwise the trip to Wallaceburg, however brief, was both successful and uneventful. I didn't even get lost trying to find my parents new house in their new town, and if you know me, you know that is no small miracle. I can also report that I was able to brake successfully every time. Phew, good thing I spent that three hundred bucks!
So, Nivek brought all of his crap and made his way into Grandma's house. In the first thirty seconds he took a huge poop in the yard and then laid down in the middle of the kitchen floor. None of the cats rose to greet him.
|Nivek in a highly agitated state.|
When I left Nivek, he was snoring peacefully on the kitchen floor and did not notice me leave. I feel fairly confident that I have left him with every possible thing he could ever want or need (food, leash, eye drops, pill pockets, Busy Bone, Rollover Bone, bowl, treats, antibiotic ointment, vet wrap, collar, toy, bed, hip and joint medication) and my mom with some emergency contact numbers in case a tragedy should occur. I feel as good as I can that Nivek will survive Easter weekend at my parents. Whether or not I will is a completely different story.