I hate to admit defeat. But, Simon wore me down. He was out of control and I could not longer keep him from launching over us into the front of the car and under the dashboard…..only to shake for 20 minutes and then decide to go to the back again…and then repeat …and so forth and so on. It was incredibly hectic...and frankly, scary. The last thing we needed was an accident. We pulled over multiple times to try and calm him. Finally, Phillip and I switched places. I drove and Phillip put his “Dad Face” on and got serious with the dog. He finally got him to lay down and then held him there until he stopped shaking or retreated to the back. Simon eventually realized that the coveted dashboard spot was not worth the battle he faced with Phillip every time he attempted. So, he hulled up in the back…pissed off and as far from us as he could get. Thanks to Phillip (and that’s why they call him “Champ”), we got to enjoy half of our drive that day!
As for Idaho, well, it was dry and “other worldly” - long stretches of uninhabited no man’s land. I wondered who lived in that random ONE trailer in the middle of nowhere. How’d they even get out there? And how’d that abandoned big rig (and other car parts) end up in the middle of this wasteland?? Honestly, I was perplexed.
Our excitement grew as we inched closer to our new home state….
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