To Travel or Not to Travel? What to Do with an Old Dog
Every day, my dog becomes a little more “vintage.”
Assuming he was at least 7 (and not the 10-12 they said) when I got him back in 2006, the dude is 14 years old at a minimum.
Every day is precious.
Consequently, I don’t like to spend a lot of time away from him beyond the obligatory 8 hours I have to put in at my non-dog-friendly office.
However, as my own company Beer Paws grows and we head into event season, I am busier than ever, with places to be on many evenings and weekends.
In Scooby’s younger days, he was my constant companion. He came to work with me. He partied with me. Anywhere he could go, I brought him.
But as his face gets whiter, his bones more creaky and his bladder less reliable, I began to feel it is easier on him if I don’t take him everywhere. I’ve been leaving him at home during local events and booking him at the kennel when I travel, with the idea of not upsetting his routine too much.
But you know what?
I haven’t been giving the old guy enough credit.
He’s an excellent roadtrip copilot. He just sleeps until the car stops moving or stares at me while I drive.
And people love to meet my little smiling dog when he hangs out with me at Beer Paws events. (It’s just better if the event is outdoors, so I don’t have to feel bad if he has an accident.)
In the next blog post, I’ll talk about some of the elderpin’s recent travel adventures.
In the meantime, share in the comments your thoughts about taking old dogs on the road.