Or at least with my dog.
Gracie started out in life with pervasive carsickness during trips lasting more than twenty minutes. She could go to the park, Petsmart, and a few other places. She could go to the vet's office (I was a good mommy), but she always tossed her doggy biscuits on the way back.
Fast forward to adolescence...the carsickness ended, giving way to car-excitement.
When my partner and I take her to (or just toward) the dog park, she whines and carries on like she's going to Disney and we're driving too slow!
This past weekend, or rather yesterday, if you will, we were taking a family trip to the dog park, about half an hour away with church traffic.
This is new, by the way - what I'm about to describe is a first time thing that I hope to curtail for the safety of us and others.
Once we got close...she flung herself into the front seat of the Jeep with my partner (driving) and me. She ... please believe me ... let down my window and proceeded to attempt to jump out of the car. I had both arms wrapped around all 82 lbs. of her. The driver got the window back up. I tried to settle her in the floor board.
She lunged for the controls again, this time lowering his window, but only slightly, and scrambled like mad from my feet/lap to his! He pushed, I pulled, she barked and whined and chortled like a mad thing at the top of her doggy lungs!
My window started going down again! I held her almost in a head lock until he could park the car.
Clearly, we must address this behavior, but my partner does not want to crate her in the car. I would do anything short of duck taping her at this point, because that was hilarious, but...also kind of scary.
If you want to see her, go here and look for Gracie.
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