Dog Travel – …on the B.L.

There really is only one thing I hate about traveling. It’s leaving without Beau. I take her with me as much as I possibly can, but sometimes I just can’t. When I’m going somewhere she can’t be or I’m flying, Beau can’t come with and has to stay at home with her dad, who she loves. I travel so much, so Beau knows the signs.

She starts to whine and pace and crawl in my suitcase. Whoops that rhymes.

Beau loves to come with me on my travels. I don’t think she really cares where we’re going or why, but she does like to be with me. When she doesn’t get to come, she has perfected the sad puppy eyes. She’s good at them. It absolutely breaks my heart in two. One piece stays with her, and the other piece stays with me. If we were eight, we would have the best friend heart necklaces, but we’re not.

I spend as much time with her before I leave, but it really doesn’t get easier. The moment I close the door behind me to leave, she starts howling. It is so sad.

This past month has been crazy busy with travels. None of which she could accompany me. Luckily, I’m home for a little while before I’m off again. So Beau and I are getting tons of cuddles in. She is not hesitating to use her sad eyes on me to get extra treats.

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Beau is not sure what is going on!!! Luggage || Pajamas

I love traveling. I adore it actually. Whenever I road trip, Beau comes with me because she can! It’s not so easy to take a sixty-ish pound furball of anxiety on an airplane; although, I would if I could.

In the short almost two years I’ve had Beau, she has been to more places than a lot of humans. To name a few, she’s seen Hollywood, Washington D.C., Chicago, Minnesota, Arkansas, and played in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Gulf of Mexico. I am amazed at how well she does in the car. There has never been a bad car trip for us, so she continues to accompany me to all the fun places I go. She’s so spoiled.

This trip, Beau is at home. I flew, and she can’t come with. It’s a bummer because she loves playing with the horses we see in Minnesota. Although being a Texas pooch, she’s not too keen on the cold weather of the North.

Packing is the biggest challenge for us. The moment Beau sees a suitcases open on the bed, she knows things are happening. Anxiety starts to build. Pacing happens. The shakes ensue. Whining creeps into the apartments newly tense atmosphere. Laying on clothes is inevitable. At the worst of it, climbing into suitcases may occur. I end up taking a good amount of Beau-fur with me because of this tradition.

I have found a way to curb Beau’s anxiety as much as possible. She must not know I will be doing any packing until the very last minute, whether she is coming with or not. This usually means, I will start packing an hour before I need to leave, which is frustrating to my planning-obsessed-self. If I start any earlier than absolutely necessary, Beau will be too anxious to sleep, eat, or go potty. Not healthy.

I like to pack several days in advance. This way, I don’t over pack, under pack, or forget anything vital. It puts me at ease when everything is organized and dealt with. Ha! Not anymore! Dog mom life. Now it’s a hurry, hurry, hurry. Throw everything in as quickly as you can with lots of pauses to give love to the anxiety riddled pupper. It’s complete chaos, but it works for us, I mean, her.

Anyways, that’s a teeny amount of insight into what an ordeal it can be. I haven’t seen Beau in four days, and I miss her so, so, so, so much.

xoxo
Beau + RaeAnna

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