Much ado about nothing! The long car trip with our Westie, Coconut, was not so bad. Would have been a lot better except for the long stretch of construction traffic in middle Georgia. The dog did fine...me, not so much. I have to confess; I did rely on the little white pills--there and back--so I'll never know what she really would have been like in the car!
Coconut loved Florida! What dog wouldn't? Beautiful landscape, warm weather, sunny skies. Unfortunately, our terrier didn't ever come face-to-face with the beach. Gale force winds and a dog with longish WHITE hair doesn't mix well on a wet, windy, chilly beach. So we skipped the beach.
And my consternation about taking care of doggy bathroom issues while staying on the 8th floor of a condo building also was for not. Dogs are smart! Or at least our terrier is. She quickly learned which door to wait at, and then what elevator door to prance in front of, and then to run to the main door, and then to scamper quickly down the large front drive to finally find the small patch of thick, prickly Florida grass to do her doggy business. It is no small feat. I absolutely do not know how people train puppies while living in high rises. Getting to the grass in a few minutes--or seconds--is CRITICAL!
So the good news is that Grandma...and even Granddad...liked the dog. She was a very polite house guest and has been invited back to visit. I'll just make sure to save my stash of the little white pills--just in case.
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