wailing dogs

(continued from yesterday)

On one of those three days I regretfully decided to bring the dogs on my photographic journey. I'd enjoy the company and they'd love the adventure. Wind in their faces. Lots of good farm smells. A few stops for them to explore along the way--once in a forest and once on the beach. A half a McDonalds cheeseburger each.

Win-win for one human and a pair of canines. Or so I thought.

Mistake.

What a misguided romantic notion that was.

Every time I stopped the car to grab a photo or twenty, which was quite often, they hung out the window and cried. Occasionally they even wailed. Six hours of this gets a little old.

When I was getting gas, a friendly woman, who (for some strange reason) was quite taken with the whiners, actually let me ahead of her in line because Kai was having a crying fit. One of the attendants, who also thought they were way cuter than I did that day, even went over in an attempt to comfort her while I was paying. At least it gave everyone a good laugh.

Now I'm not going to make excuses for their "dependa-dog" natures, but... They do normally spend those hours sound asleep. With little to no external stimulation. It's their nap time. But with all the stop-starts and new sights and smells, they were far too unsettled to sleep.

An overtired, overstimulated dog will give an overtired, overstimulated child a run for her money any day of the week in the tantrum department. I now have proof. :)