Life's Little Adventures

Sometimes one finds themselves in situations they really don't want to be in and have no control about changing that situation.

Hence, my story.

Let me just start by prefacing that I am not a brave soul. I'm a little guy who surrounds himself with bigger companions so that I don't have to be brave. Let Tink and Tucker take care of the dirty work is my motto. Sometimes that motto doesn't always work.

The other day started out like all others. Outside to potty, breakfast, wrestling, outside again to potty (all while following mom around. Tuck and I have learned to wrestle on her feet, then she cannot go far).

With the tinkling of my leash my world turned upside down. I was going for a ride in the car... by myself... without my Tink and Tuck... just me and the car and not an ounce of bravery to get me by.

Of course, I cried relentlessly while in the car and insisted on sitting on mom's lap while she drove. Either that or I was going to burrow under the car seats like I did last time. That almost caused a car wreck.

The ride took F-O-R-E-V-E-R!!! (Okay, about 20 minutes but mom said it felt like forever with all my whining going on).

Where did I end up?
Grandma's house!!!

Being the whiner that I am, I paced and paced and whined and cried (after I showered Grandma and Grandpa with my special doxie love and affection). I had finally settled down when I heard the tinkling of my leash again. They really expected me to get in the car again!

Everyone piled in the car (me, mom, out little girl, Grandma and Grandpa). They even insisted I sit in the backseat with Grandpa even though I tried to explain that I MUST sit on mom's lap in the front seat.

Once the car was parked my snooter smelled the most wonderful aromas wafting through the air. Was that really cow manure I smelled? Was this horrible car ride going to end in a nice roll through some lovely smelling mulch for me?

Nope. I was forced to stay on my leash as we perused the local flower, shrub and tree nursery. I was allowed to scuttle under all the plant displays sniffing where the resident raccoons and cats liked to roam. An hour and a half later and my poor little legs tired to the bone, we finally left... again in the car... to return to Grandma's house.

I am exhausted at this point - pretty oblivious to the whole ride back to our house. I don't think a single whimper, whine or cry passed my little lips. After returning home, I greeted Tucker and Tink, assuring them that I was safe and that I would fill them in on my terrifying adventure... after I woke up from a well deserved nap.

It's not easy being me.