At first I thought we were gonna get "the worst of times" out of the way right away. I mean, really, look at the size of this dog. When I first met him it was all "Look Duncan, you get to meet your cousin Garmin. Garmin is a great dog and we all just know you two are going to be great friends ...."
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| Me and the Giant, facing off .... |
Hello, eveybody. Anybody see the size of that dog????
Compared to me he is a
GIANT.
Let me tell you something, when I went up to introduce myself and do the requisite sniffing, I walked right under the dude ... with about a 4 inch clearance.
GIANT.
I had been in the car for a while, so after the initial size inequality impact wore of, we headed out to the back yard and played and ran and played and ran. I got to run around without a leash which was fab.
Note to self: ask for backyard for Christmas.
But do you know what happened next?
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| Anybody recognize that bed??? |
That darn giant goof of a dog claimed
MY bed as his own. Just because it was his house and his kitchen that my bed happened to have been dropped in, I kind of thought it was down right inhospitable of him to takeover my bed. I mean, really, there go my comforts of home for this trip!!!
I thought was probably it for "the worst of times" given how much people rave about the fun factor of road trips. I mean, think about it, don't each and every one of you have a road trip story you're thinking of as you read this???
Yep, I was thinking that was it until this happened:
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| They locked me in the kitchen with the Giant. |
I got left behind on my own roadtrip. Right after we got there. And, I wasn't just left behind, I was left behind
behind a dog gate. With Garmin. Who wanted to keep playing, and playing. I had met my match, people. I had met my match. That dog has more energy than my left paw.
I know what you're thinking, but really, it's true. He made me look like the batteries had finally died on the Energizer Bunny.
At last, I found a spot to get some peace. Yep, as a testiment to the smartness we all know I have, I found a place Garmin was too tall for:
And, yes, in the giant bed turnover that was occurring right under my snoz, I did, indeed, steal Chammy's bed under the desk. Thank you my friend, it was nice and comfy under there!
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| best friends |
I am pleased to report that after day 1, we got it figured out between us. Yep, Garmin is the best cousin a pup could ever have. Surrendered my bed back to me and one day we even got in it and took a little nap together ... each on our own end, of course.
And, as an added bonus, I am pretty sure if there is a NO NO FRIDAY this week, Garmin is gonna be the featured guest :)
TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR MORE TALES FROM THE ROAD.