Every Adonis Has His Achilles Heel

Bartholomew moved with us from Pennsylvania to New Hampshire. I quickly learned that my Adonis of a dog had one major flaw. He got car sick virtually every time he set foot in a vehicle, whether we drove 400 miles or around the block. To say travel with him was a challenge is an understatement. It was more like a drag and a nightmare combined.

Bartholomew

We quickly learned that if we got on the highway and traffic flowed, Barth felt fine. The local traffic with its stops and slow-downs, really turned his stomach and resulted in a major clean-up of the car.

So as my husband and I made our long drives and got within walking distance of our final destination, we developed a strategy. I readied Barth for the great escape, affixing his leash. The car slowed and the second it stopped I jumped out, grabbed Barth and walked with him the last half mile or so. 

With adrenaline flowing and heart pumping Barth and I met up with my husband about 10 minutes later. I felt like I had gone through the gauntlet but arrived a victor -- sometimes sweaty, sometimes drenched from the rain but always grateful that the car remained clean.

Needless to say, we kept road trips with Barth to a minimum.