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Chloë Hits the Road

Chloe in the Absarokas

In the Absaroka Mountains, Montana-Wyoming

It’s been quite  a while since my last post, I know. And so much has happened in between. I just couldn’t find the time. It has been such a whirlwind that I’ve barely had a moment to myself to take a deep breath, shake it off and think about it. Maybe that time will come on my current trip to Canada, where Heather took me to visit her side of our family. Remarkably, this will be my first trip to Canada or anywhere else off American soil. I just hope Heather has the paperwork to get me back into the country.

Heather, Mike and I been on the road since the middle of May. First we did a practice run through central and eastern Washington, initiating me to my new harness-and-hammock setup in the back seat and seeing how things were going to fit in the car. It was hard to accept not being a front-seat dog after seven years of it, but I understand the need for safety. Besides, a lot of stuff didn’t fit and was left behind. Luckily, my blue bed, orange blanket and I made the cut.

At Letchworth State Park

At Letchworth State Park, New York

After eastern Washington and Mount Rainier, we had just a couple of weeks at home before we were off again, driving all the way back to Mike and Heather’s roots in Central New York and southern Ontario, respectively. It took us two weeks to drive from Seattle to Syracuse, because we were stopping all the time to hike and look at things. Mike and Heather were interested in the scenery, but I was more interested in the flora and fauna, which included rabbits, chipmunks, buffalo, elk, pronghorn and a whole lot of deer. I barked at the first buffalo I saw when he tried to put his head in our car window, but by the time I’d seen a couple hundred I barely raised my nose any more.

When we started out and drove on the twisting roads of America’s Scenic Byways, I was always on high alert, using my perch in the back seat to scour the roadside for the slightest sign of trouble.  Only later on, when we were driving fast and straight on the interstates,  without turning for hours at a time, could I sufficiently let my guard down to settle into gentle sleep. And it was a good thing to rest up for a couple of days, because my 11 days in New York state were tiring, with so many new places to go to and new people and dogs and cats to meet. It’s hard work to be on your best behavior all the time, and Heather is constantly on my case to toe the line and make her proud. I try to do my best

Chloe Sleeps in Car Again

How a sleeping dog lies.

Gulp. As I embark on my mission as an American envoy to the Great White North, I can feel the pressure to perform. Uh-oh, Canada, I stand on guard for thee.