The last time I got sick I was in the car with my in-laws on the way to the airport to fly home from our Christmas visit. Kevin had to get his dad to hurry up and pull over on the side of the highway so I could puke on in a snow bank. Wonderful. Nothing like flying with the stomach flu. I was horribly embarrassed.
I think I have something in common with our new daughter, Roxy. She did great in the car yesterday - for about an hour and a half. I'm sure she was nervous. All the change. Not knowing where she was going. Not knowing what was going on. Plus all the motion of the car. She tried to keep as still as she could to avoid to projectile liquid that inevitably came 40 minutes from home. And boy did it ever come. I couldn't believe that much stuff was in this tiny dog's stomach!
We stopped, let her get out and walk, potty, and recover, while we assessed the damage. Thank goodness for floor mats. After the break she slept the rest of the way home.
She spent the rest of the day/evening exploring her new forever home which includes (in no particular order):
- Sniffing every corner
- Practicing the stairs 100 times for no reason
- Figuring out which door to go to when she needed to go outside
- Smelling the cats (Boo has even slept on her bed with her already)
- Watching mom act like a fool as she tries to keep her from falling in the pool
- Chasing Seka around the yard
- Checking out her crate
- Breaking in her new fuzzy bed