Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Jurrasic Bark

{Returning back to stories from our beautiful, mountainous road trip a few weeks ago...}

Norman Rockwell

Road trips are fun.  Road trips are exciting.  The open road carries with it an exhilaration that man has been chasing before there were even roads! 

Norman Rockwell

Road trips are exhausting.  Road trips are l-o-n-g.  I bet in the old days, they would have done shot the dog that whined incessantly, like an incurable tinnitus, the whole entire trip long.  Thankfully for Indy, we are not in the old days. 

Because of the long drive and the rental house we were heading for, we brought the big dog's kennel with us.  It is large enough for both Labs to stand, turn around, and lie down comfortably.  What we didn't anticipate was Indy's reaction to having to ride in the kennel for the duration of the drive. 

Indy doesn't travel well.  He never has.  When we first brought him home from the breeders, he cried foul all the way home.  We nearly turned around and took him back.  {Umm, this one's defective?}  Indy has always been vocal.  The puppy ad that described his parents mentioned his father, Buster, as "sounding his way into your heart".   We should have picked  up on the subtlety.  That's like Real-estate-ease : "cozy" means "tiny", "rustic" is really "old and run down". We missed the warning entirely.

Even at home, if left on the other side of the sliding glass door (and each side is the other side, depending on whichever side he isn't on) Indy whines and breath-ily cries.  It's across between the slow braking of a semi-truck with unoiled brakes and an on-going car alarm in the background.  He's even gotten so good, you can't tell by looking at him that he's doing it.  The kids have dubbed him The Ventriloquist.  We aren't even sure he's aware that his inner monologue is being broadcast to all around him.  But it is. 

Moving vehicles just exaggerate the pandemonium.  While Jack is gleefully excited whenever we call him into the back of the truck(even in the big kennel), Indy couldn't be more acrimonious.    This trip was possibly the worst yet.  Even when we reached the rental house, and both dogs got to run and play fetch, he continued his broken-alarm cry.  He escalated to barking.  We checked, and he didn't seem to be in pain, he was just letting us know he really didn't like that trip.  It didn't exactly make us yearn for the next 8 hour leg of the trip.

Happy Jack.

{not so happy}

What, this is fun!

{be grateful there isn't a sound clip to go with this}

Jack: Seriously, Indy? Is it really all that bad?
Indy: Uh-huh.

{he ain't noisy, he's my brother}

After a few hours, Indy finally unwound.  We even got a few games of fetch in before the sun went down.

Then, two days later we packed up for the long haul back.  The dogs were mostly exhausted from all the running, hiking & swimming they had done, so it was a little quieter for the first part of the return trip.  But after a few hours' hard napping & a stop for a cheeseburger{traveling dogs get perks, too!} the ventriloquist returned.   Luckily, we humans were also exhausted from all the running, hiking & swimming, and were too tired to care.  Much. 


  1. You - along with your choice of Norman Rockwell's depictions of family vacations - have captured perfectly the essessence of traveling with the family and their dogs! Loved it!!! And your pics with their comments of Indy and Jack are hilarious!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Still laughing!!!

  2. Well, thanks. Always glad you stopped by & happy you were entertained.

    {Isn't it fantastic that Norman Rockwell could have, in the early 20th century, captured family dynamics and snapshots of life that would be relevant and applicable so many decades later?!? Impressive. Love his work.}