I took Murphy for a drive today. It was a long drive. And apparently Murphy had some issues with the new rental SUV, because he whined and cried the whole way.
For eight hours straight, Murphy made that noise.
I tried to cheer him, I tried to console him, I bought him food. I even scolded and threatened him when it got to be too much for me, but he just kept it up.
I turned up the radio. He whined louder. I reached back to pet him. No joy. Hey just kept on whining.
I stopped a couple of different times and took him out. He was happy to play in the grass for a bit and when I opened the door up again, he quickly hopped back in and let me secure his seat belt harness. But when I put the truck in gear, it started again.
Dammit, dog, what's wrong? I'm not even three feet away from you. What is the problem? Why are you sad or scared? What can I do to make you feel better? What can I do to make you stop making that accursed, grating and obnoxious noise?!
Now I like to drive on the open highway. It's something I find relaxing and plleasurable. And today, the weather was great and traffic was light. I could have just enjoyed the solitude and spent the time reflecting on whatever.
This trip was a bloody, traumatic nightmare.
Finally I stopped yet again, and this time I loosened his harness up so that he could stand up and lean into the front seat to be next to me. Not close enough to whack the dash in case of a sudden stop, but closer to me.
That seemed to do it. and it only took 400 miles or so for me to come up with it. He rode the rest of the trip standing until finally, within 15 miles of our destination, he finally laid down on the rear seat for the very first time since I turned the truck on.
"Oh, hell no! You're not sleeping now! Get back up!"
For whatever reason, he really doesn't like riding in this strange new vehicle and I'm seriously considering shipping him back Fed-Ex rather than making that drive again. He's always been a bad car-rider, but this trip took the cake; I've never seen him even remotely this bad before.
Of course now that we're where we set out to go, he's perfectly fine and calm like he hasn't a care in the world. All I can do is shake my head and wonder.
I should have left him with the Lair sitter. And this is one of the many reasons why I don't want kids.