In our last post, we showed you what our vacation looked like from Scout’s point of view while staying with her Aunt M. Below is the recounting of our drive to Aunt M, a solid 6.5 to 7 hours away from where we live.
Scout has grown a lot since she took her last road trip over Christmas, so while planning for this vacation we knew that she would no longer fit in her puppy-sized travel crate. After a lot of conversation, we bought a seat cover for our front seat (it was cheaper than the back seat cover, and we needed to pack some things in the back and were worried that Scout, in all her infinite eating ability, would devour whatever we put with her in the back) and a seat belt. Though I was worried that Scout wouldn’t take to the seat belt well (it’s a harness that the seat belt in the car loops through), she actually had no problem at all with it. She let me slip her front legs through it without a complaint.
The car, however, was a different story. She twisted and turned and got herself royally knotted up in the seat belt, and we had to unloop her on a number of occasions. She couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Here she is trying to rest her head on the arm rest between the front seats; she’s had to twist herself into a pretzel to get to this spot.
She’s so sleepy!
What she did like were the cup holders. She quickly learned to use them to balance her bone in, you know, for optimal chewing.
It kind of looks like she’s chewing the gear shift in this photo, but I promise she’s not! We were nervous with her being so close to the shifter, though, so we ended up taking the bone away.
Finally, after about 30 minutes to an hour, Scout got bored, and took a bite of the seat belt. Yes, you read that right, She took one–just one–bite, before B stopped her, and even with one bite, her jaws managed to break right through the belt.
Sigh. So now we have to get the seat belt fixed. (Keep in mind, we’ve only owned this car since January of this year!)
I didn’t do anything, Mom. Remember: Innocent until proven guilty.
Needless to say, Scout wasn’t very comfortable, and after the seat belt munching, neither were we. So on the return trip we stopped and bought a travel crate that was appropriate to her almost-full-grown size, and she snored like a baby all the way home!