I got to ride in the back seat. Apparently, Highway 1 is a pretty drive ~ winding roads, curvy turns, zigzag. GREAT if you're in the front seat! Me? I was thrown around in the back all by my lonesome.
Not good for my tummy. I was miserable. By the time we got to Point Reyes, I lost my breakfast. And by the time we got to the really crooked turney roads ~ my stomach was empty.
I'm still shellshocked here ~ at the 'pet friendly' lodge.
I managed to pull myself together, though. There were open fields for me to run and dad and mom took me on many many walks.
Open space for me to wander. I saw lots of deer. I did not run after them.
i AM loved, aren't i?
I guess it really wasn't such a bad day, after all.
On the way home, I rode on mom's lap and was asleep and cozy all the way home. I still enjoy being a dog.
