Traveling With The Rock Hound

Gunner ate another rock.  This one was not pooped.  This became a very expensive rock, as it required surgical removal and a weekend at the vet…darn rock hound.

We’re supposed to keep him quiet for 14 days.  Keep him quiet and teach him to not eat rocks…

this could be difficult.

We needed to attend a family weekend in Oregon, so while everyone else was enjoying their time at the Hilton, we had to move to the Holiday Inn, because the Holiday Inn takes dogs (for a fee).

Can you say,

“Road trip?”

Gunner was a great traveler, of course he did have the whole back seat to himself, but he never once asked, “Are we there yet?”

We took a very looooong detour home, because we both needed to see this….Ahhhhh…..

My Loving Spouse had also been dreaming of doing this….

….and this….

There is nothing like the shore to sooth one’s soul.

We only got home about 3 hours later than we really wanted to, but it was worth it.  We humans had eaten a very late lunch, so we were skipping dinner.  However, I needed an ice cream (sort of like an emergency).

‘Stop at that Mc Donald’s.  We need an ice cream and some chicken nuggets!’

Chicken nuggets?

‘They’re for the dog.’

He doesn’t need chicken nuggets.

‘I need him to have chicken nuggets.  He hasn’t even had his dinner yet, and I cannot eat an ice cream in front of him.’

We thought for about getting him a Happy Meal for about a nano-second, but quickly realized he’d probably eat the toy!

My Loving Spouse pulled through Mc Donald’s.

2 ice cream cones and a 4 piece chicken nuggets.

‘6 pieces’

6 pieces of chicken nuggets

We pulled up to the next window and Gunner said, “Woof!”

We eventually made it home….

safe and sound….

and we are blessed….

but….

there is a skunk under the house.