Flash, that is.
And because I know she gets carsick, and because she’s a crazy, hyper 10 month old Australian Shepard, I put her in her kennel. In back of the car with the seats folded down next to the strewn out piles of Goodwill stuff waiting to adorn someone else’s house.
I talked to her in calming, soothing voices the entire way to the vet but didn’t even mention that she was going there to get her rabies shot. I thought that might really make her nervous.
But, true to form, the simple fact that she was riding in the car made her sufficiently nervous to upchuck her entire breakfast, a sprig of grass and a rock. Yep. A rock. Those farm dogs…you just never know what they’re going to eat. It was sweet of her to deposit it right in the corner of her kennel 17 minutes into the ride and 3 minutes before we arrived at our destination.
Three minutes till we got there. She almost made it.
I whined at her, taking after a 7-year-old boy who lives under my roof and shall remain nameless…”Flash, seriously? You couldn’t make it all the way?”
But, just like any young’un, after she was through, she was happy as a clam. Nearly yanked my arm off trying to get to all the new dog friends who needed immediate sniffing.
And, after the rabies shot, she made it all the way home without incident.
I guess that’s what happens when there’s nothing left in your stomach.
– The Goat Cheese Lady