This past weekend Mr. Tux, Tuxley, and I went to visit his mom and step-dad. Friday after work, we loaded everything into the car including the very wired and highly awake Tuxley for the four hour drive to Lobstermom’s house. Tuxley knew we were going somewhere fun. After-all, his toys, crate, and goody bag were all packed and loaded. (He supervised all the packing closely. Mom has been known to forget treats and food on occasion.) This time, everything was accounted for.
Tuxley started the drive, highly excited for the adventure
About twenty minutes into the drive, he reached over into the other seat and stole mommy’s personal blanket. He got caught with the blanket in his mouth and his paws holding the fabric. Mommy was not happy, and promptly re-claimed her blankie. Spoiled dog already had his own anyway. 🙂
Two and a half hours in…are we there yet? Now? How about NOW?!?
I am SO over this whole drive. You people suck!
No doxies were harmed in the four hour drive and all three of us arrived safely. I forgot the camera in the car and so we don’t have any pictures of the five dogs playing, or the long walk with the Basset Hound, Beagle, and Dachshund (we are a hound family in case you can’t tell). I also didn’t get pictures of the nine pints of applesauce that Lobstermom, Mr. Tux and I made Saturday night.
Tuxley was his normal self and spent all of his time outside guarding the house against the fearsome, four-legged, masked-face sheep bandits in the field. Lots of barking was had.
Sunday, we slept in and left around noonish to head home. We stopped at the end of the drive way to watch the three late-season baby calves play in the field. This was horribly unacceptable to the Dachshund. Even more woofing and growling was had.
Tuxley noticed the cows when we stopped to take pictures. This was not approved and he voiced his concerns.
The cows where shocked at all the bad things being said by the loud-mouthed, tiny sized creature in the car.
The poor calves finally heard enough and left to hide behind their mommy. There was a mean bully of a Doxie in the car and they were a wee bit scared of him.
The self-satisfied and worn-out dachshund settled down in his car-seat for the long ride home. It had been a successful weekend of protecting Grandma from the evil sheep and cow invaders.
And Tuxley snoozed all the way home.