Almost every time I open the door leading to the garage my Pomeranian Maggie decides we’re going for a ride. She instinctively knows when I’m getting ready to leave the house and get in my car. (I think she has ESP) Sometimes I let her come with me, if I’m going to the bank or other dog friendly places… or should I say, she invites herself as the designated passenger! As the door opens to the garage Maggie intentionally puts her little head in the door way and adamantly refuses to pull it back in!!!
Knowing she has cuteness thing going for her, she nudges her nose against the door and prys it open with her head. I try not to crush her little head and then she looks up at me with that; “Aw, come on Mommy, take me with you, take me with you!!” face… and it just melts mt heart. So co-pilot she becomes.
Speaking… or writing about traveling, it is a funny ritual that I go through when preparing for traveling with my Pomeranians. I wish it was… just open the car door and they all go piling in…oh no, my princesses all have assigned seating and like there designated places!
This is how things begin and the usual order of things when I’m traveling (and their not all that intuitive) with all three Pomeranian’s:
I escaped from the front door
My side yard gate I try and escape from….but I never have any luck!
Me calling the girls asking if they want to go with me. “Whistle” “Maggie!!! Hey Maggs, wanna go bye bye!?!?” Nothing… whistle again… “Maggs, come here girl!!!” At this point I walk over to the bottom of the stairs to see if she has crawled out from under the bed to acknowledge me… still no answer.
I’m walking up to the top floor and walking down the hall into the master bedroom and I call her again. “Hey Maggs, wanna go bye bye!?!?”
Low and behold, out pops a little blonde head peaking out from under the bed skirt. She does the “army crawl” and emerges from her sleeping nest! She is now very excited and hyper, jumping and spinning in circles. I already have her travel bag ready for transport. She sprints downstairs and sees her bag and jumps right on top of it, and lays there… sorta like she’s protecting it and claiming it as her ride.
First Class Princess
The other Pomeranian’s have tuned into Maggie’s excitement and have caught on to what the ruckus is all about. I open the door to the garage and all three girls follow me out to the car. 1…2…3…tails wagging from the anticipation of a car ride! First in… Maggie (AKA the Queen and ruler when I’m not around). She has been with us for the longest and does everything first. Maggie rides in the back seat right behind me. Sophia is next and has to have her blanky and car seat adjusted just right.
I don’t wanna get in my car seat Mommy!
After Maggie and Sophia are securely planted in their seats, I open the passenger door and place Yoki in her “First Class Seating”. Yoki has been car sick whenever she rode in the back and made a huge mess. (Thank goodness I upgraded to leather seating) I always tell Yoki that she is my very special, first class Pomeranian! I place towels down on my floor mats (in case of an accident, I’ll at least be prepared with easy clean up!) . I do a thorough tail check … 1… 2… 3. Everyone’s here! Everyone is secure. I start the car and off we go on our little Pomeranian journey!!