Are We There Yet?

Before I got Kilo, I had these big dreams about traveling. You know: zooming across the road, wind blowing in your hair, ipod blaring, open horizon miles ahead and faithful companion at your side type plans. This past weekend reality struck. I now realize that my dreams of packing Kilo up for a casual outdoorsy weekend were just that: dreams. Pipe dreams to be exact. There is nothing casual about packing Kilo up; as I found out when I began to gather his things for going to grandmas. First of all the crate absolutely, positively must go anywhere Kilo goes. He simply cannot be left alone without it. The crate is gigantic. The crate alone makes packing Kilo up hard work. On top of that he eats five cups a day which means an entire bin of dog food has to tag along. Add in all the necessary toys, treats, and emergency supplies (because you know there’s going to be one) and you have one very un-casual trip. In fact, the dog has more luggage than I do. Or my mother. Even with both of us combined the dog still requires more space. I tell myself that eventually he won’t need the crate or all the toys and then it will be simpler, but I’m not going to hold my breath.


Mom and I weren’t exactly looking forward to a twelve hour drive with Kilo. You can’t really blame us though can you? All indications, based upon Kilos past history, pointed towards a very dismal road trip experience. We left Saturday. Friday night Kilo was beamed up by a couple tiny aliens and given an experimental sedative. At this point in time I’m attempting to establish communication with them. Whatever Kilo was on that day, I want more. The road trip went by wonderfully. Kilo was perfect. He forewent all bad behaviors and passed the day peacefully mouthing his toys or napping. Mom and I were, needless to say, quite shocked. In fact we spent most of the day commenting on his sudden personality change. Can’t believe it? I couldn’t either. So I have proof. Please feel free to consider the evidence before you. Please also realize that once the road trip was over he turned into a whirling dervish.

Exhibit A: Kilo peacefully slumbering

Exhibit B: Kilo wedged between the front seats.

Mouthing his favorite doggy while sleeping.