Dogs for sale

by Briana on July 13, 2011

in Journal

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The drive through Utah SHOULD have been GREAT!

Around every turn was another breathtaking panorama.  Utah laid everything she had out for us.  The road less traveled, AKA Scenic Byway 12  may be the most gorgous and amazingly beautiful, picturesque  2 lane road ever created by the hand of man.  It really should have been GREAT.

However.  Our dogs, Henery particularly, wanted nothing more than to sit up front with me.  He wanted to put his head over my lap and pant. Or smash his head against my shoulder and pant.  Sound harmless?  Well, with panting comes drooling.  I get soaked!  Not to mention HOURS with hot dog breath on me.

Because I despise this so much we had implemented some Cesar tools to claim the space (see #1 at the bottom of the linked page).  But for some reason or another, today Henery decided “F that! I’m GOING TO BE UP FRONT IF IT KILLS ME!”.  And it almost did kill him.  Well, I almost did kill him.  For hours I fought with and wrestled with this 100+ lb beast of a dog.  I elbowed him back “NO!”.  I pushed on him “NO! GET BACK!”  I stood and created a physical barrier and when he would try to squish between my legs I would knee him and scream “NO!!”

In total distress I screamed at Matt “SWITCH!!”  He, as the official driver, does not deal with keeping the troops in line, that is my job.  Usually.  And usually I can handle it.  Not this drive.  I wanted to drive and let him sort out how to keep the dogs back!

There I was, at the end of my rope.  Hours of screaming had let to a sore throat and I had bruises on my arms and legs from trying to physically move a giant dog.  I had reached my limit.  Matt pulled over, I jumped out and slammed the door.  The dog that I had loved for over 8 years I wanted to abandon on the side of the road.

Matt did the only thing he could think to do; he built a barrier.  The dogs burst through it.  He built another one, they broke through.  Then another, not effective.  Another couple hours later and our dogs had broken though, climbed over, maneuvered under and broken though boxes, tripods, chairs, ropes, and everything possible we could think to block them with.  Nothing worked!  We ran them up and down a hill at about 9k feet up hoping exhaustion would tire them so they would sleep.

Still they fought to be up front!

We pulled into a place to camp.  I was a mess.  It was very hard for me because I have never wanted to BEAT an animal senseless before. Truly, I wanted to punch my dog.  This devastated me.  What kind of horrible pet owner am I? And, what kind of horrible mother am I going to be? A horrible one! One with no patience who wants to beat up a dog.  BAD MAMO!

Matt promised to come up with a solution.  My only idea is to crate them while we drive.  Matt wants a better idea…  Any suggestions?

Signed,

Frustrated BAD MAMO (pronounced Ma’am-oh)

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