Mom and Dad thought it would be fun to take me along on an overnight trip. A long car ride? A hotel stay? This was going to be good.
We were going to a place called Lake Arrowhead. It was up in the mountains, Mom said, about two hours away. What she didn’t tell me was that the last part of the ride was up wiggly, curvy, elevation-climbing, switchback roads. I began to feel a little green around the edges about halfway up, and then at the very top, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Yup, I threw up. Gross.
Dad was driving, and Mom told him to pull over. Good thing she had lots of napkins in the glove compartment, and she cleaned up quickly, then patted my head. “Poor Charlie,” she said. Yeah, poor me. I didn’t feel well at all. Finally, Dad pulled into the hotel parking lot and the car stopped moving. That felt better.
They walked me into the lobby with my black leash attached to my bright red collar. The lady at the front desk said I was so cute (of course) and asked what kind of dog I am. Even I don’t know! I’m a Heinz 67 I always say. The lady handed Dad a placard that said “Dog on the Loose” and told him to hang it on the outside of the door to our room. “Housekeeping will not go into your room and inadvertently let your dog loose if you’re not there.”
They got a key for a room on the first floor and we all went to check it out. It smelled like dogs everywhere! Down the hallways and all over the room–I sniffed along the baseboards, by the sofa, in the bathroom, and out on the little balcony. The room had a big bed, a TV like at home (well, smaller), a couch and ottoman, I guess for your feet, and a desk and a chair.
Mom and Dad talked about going out on a boat ride in the lake, but you can’t rent boats in Lake Arrowhead because it’s totally private. I was secretly glad we weren’t going to do that. I didn’t think my stomach could handle it. Mom brought out a water dish for me and a food dish. I didn’t feel much like eating, but I did take a drink of water.
What I did do after I got my bearings, was jump around. From the bed to the ottoman to the sofa and back again. This was like a playroom for just the three of us and it was going to be fun!
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More to come from Charlie Bear in his next post. In the meantime, here’s what we learned about motion sickness: http://bit.ly/oa35f2