Tips for Traveling with Your Dog
Not too long ago, I posted a blog entitled, Dogs in Hotels- Tips for Being a Welcomed Guest. That post covered tips on keeping your dog safe and how to be a guest that a dog friendly lodging establishment would look forward to seeing again!
In this post I’d like to provide you with a few resources you can use to find dog-friendly lodging and offer some tips on traveling with your pet. Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago this crop of Lost Dog signs popped up on every street corner in this rural area around Granite Falls, Washington:
What to do when your dog goes missing
This sign is posted on every intersection within at least 20 miles of this dog’s disappearance.
The photo is helpful. Not all the signs have a picture of the Huge White Dog with Tan Ears
When I was 10 years old, I finally talked my parents into letting me have a dog. My dad held out for a long time: “Honey, you don’t want a dog. It’ll dig up the yard, chew up the garden hose and bite the mailman.” Eventually he consented and I chose Baron the Wonder Dog from a pen behind a pet shop.
Baron was my first dog. Here is is when he was young (circa 1969).
Baron was my inseparable companion. When I started dating, he decided that his lifelong history of sea and carsickness was no longer serving his higher purpose; he never threw up in a car or boat ever again.
When I went college, he and I set out for the West in my VW bus. We spent 9 cold months in Missoula, MT. In the spring we fled the cold and landed in Seattle, where we stayed in a home of some shirt-tail friends. At 5:30 a.m. the next morning, I let him out of the house for a potty break. He vanished. The year was 1979 and the only way I knew to try to find him was to check with the regional Humane Society shelters and veterinary clinics and to create posters to put up around the neighborhood.
I looked for him every day for over a month, but I never saw him again.
I adopted Buck, a 6 month-old Shepherd – Lab from the Humane Society at the end of my search for Baron. Buck had been surrendered by a man who was 6 foot tall, slender build, balding with gray hair and who typically wore a gray business suit. How do I know? Because Buck would drag me to meet anyone who fit this description.