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Pet Travel Challenges: Car Rides & Leaping Cacti

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Don’t pet the fuzzy cacti!

Frankie and I are headed to Scottsdale today to meet one of my newfound relatives, and I’m a little nervous. To put it mildly.

Not about meeting my relative, Elaine. We’ve already chatted on the phone, and I’m sure that’ll go swimmingly.

No, I’m nervous about traveling with Frankie. The last time I tried a similar short trip was last September, with decidedly mixed results

If I had my druthers, I would leave Frankie at home with a pet sitter. But my favorite one was booked and, since Frankie developed Canine Cognitive Dysfunction (CCD), his care presents some challenges — even beyond having to give him two insulin shots a day for diabetes. Not everyone can deal with the fact that he tends to pee on his feet, for example (not inside and not on purpose, but that’s a story for another post). I didn’t want to try to break in another pet sitter for a two-night getaway.

Or to clean my house.

So we’re off on an adventure to the Fairmont Scottsdale Princess, our lovely soon-to-be home away from home.

Here are my prime concerns, based on previous experiences.

The Car

Frankie has always disliked car travel — regular readers of this blog may remember my many fruitless efforts to try to make him relax — and that hasn’t changed, except that he’s not able to jump in and out of the car as he once was. This is not a physical issue but, rather, a cognitive one: Because he can’t gauge where things are, he began missing the door and trying to jump into solid portions of the car.

Ouch.

As a result, I have to pick him up and deposit him in the car, which he doesn’t like, thus adding to his array of negative associations surrounding automobile travel.

He rarely lies down and sleeps while we’re on the road. This means that, by the time we get to Scottsdale, he will have been standing in a state of constant vigilance, if not stress, for 2 1/2 hours.

If I’m lucky, he will unwind enough to have something to eat in time for me to be able to give him his insulin shot and go to dinner with friends. And he will not throw up afterwards because, after not drinking for several hours as a result of stress, he has gulped down a few bowls of water.

This did not, I hasten to assure my hosts at the Fairmont Scottsdale Princess, should they be reading, occur on our previous trip to Scottsdale. I just mention it as one of the many things on my list to worry about.

The Room

The stunning Boulders Resort in Carefree, which Frankie and I visited last year

The stunning Boulders Resort in Carefree, which Frankie and I visited last year

Although Frankie never liked car travel, he used to be quite fond of hotel rooms. He would bounce around them, from bed to floor and back, following my every move. His bouncing days are over, which is fine by me. I used to be petrified at some of the heights he would leap from, in spite of my efforts to get him to stay put. “No, I’m coming back into the bedroom in a second, Frankie, honest, please don’t jump down from the bed,” I would plead. To little effect.

At least hotel room floors are carpeted. As an extra precaution, I would array pillows around the bed.

On the our last September jaunt to The Boulders, Frankie didn’t try to jump up on anything. But he paced. He sometimes does this at home now too, but I sleep close to the ground — yes, after a back-injuring leap onto my hardwood floor, long ago, I put my mattress on the floor — and am therefore able to detect the “I need to go out” movement, which is distinct from aimless pacing.

I was afraid to put Frankie on the Boulders’ big high bed with me because he might fall off and get freaked out. And I was afraid that if he wasn’t on the bed, I wouldn’t hear him when he needed to use the outdoor facilities.

So I put my bedding on the floor, which wasn’t very comfortable, because I couldn’t move the huge mattress, only the comforter.

The Cactus

I did indeed hear Frankie when he wanted to go out — why wouldn’t I? I couldn’t fall asleep — and I even had a plan: I would take him out the back sliding door, which let out to a landscaped desert area, rather than the front door and the lighted, paved paths. That way, the bathroom break would be quick and I wouldn’t have to worry about what I was wearing.

Yes, you read that correctly: I decided to forgo the lighted, paved path for the dark one with the cacti to avoid getting dressed.

You can guess what happened next: Cactus attack! Large pieces of a species called jumping cholla — because they are easily dislodged when you brush up against them; see video, below — attached themselves to Frankie.

I had never heard Frankie cry so piteously and I acted instinctively — and stupidly. Rather than going back into the room and grabbing a towel, I grabbed the cactus pieces in my bare hands.

Frankie immediately stopped crying. I was too surprised at myself to start. And by this point, I had brought — practically dragged — Frankie into the room, and used the towel to dislodge the cactus from my hand and into the wastebasket, thus foiling the cactus’s evil plot to propagate itself.

I think I’ve learned a few lessons since then. I’ll report back to let you know.

In the meantime, wish us luck.

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The Long Good-Bye: Animal Cafe

As I announced at the end of this year’s Pet Blogger Challenge, I’m going to be less active than I have been on this blog because of an exciting new project. And I’m giving up my extracurricular blogging activities.

Last Thursday I handed over the reins of the Pet Travel Book Club to Pamela Webster of Something Wagging This Way Comes. Today, I’m saying my fond farewell to Animal Cafe. In an interview with site founder Mary Haight of Dancing Dog Blog, I give a bit more detail about the new project and how it came about. I also talk about a couple of things I’m planning to do on Will My Dog Hate Me. As I said, you haven’t seen the last of me.

As you’ll hear, Mary and I did a lot of laughing.

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By the way, it’s not like my blog hasn’t been getting any feedback as I’ve been winding down. My latest Spam Saturday post has been extremely popular — with spammers. Rather than creating a new spam cubed post (as AJ of IStillWantMorePuppies.com described it), however, I decided to approve most of the comments — stripping out the linking urls, of course — so you’ll know just how brilliant people think I am at compiling spam. I urge you to check the comments out, starting from January 4; they’re pretty funny.

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Dog Walks Man: A Review (Wherein I Pass the Pet Travel Book Club Torch)

When I first got Frankie, I had fantasies about taking long contemplative walks with him, during which I would ponder my surroundings and the nature of the universe and after which I would transfer my deep thoughts to paper.

Aside from the fact that Frankie has little, short legs and follows close behind me rather than leading me to explore new territory, I found that I had little to say about my surroundings, which pretty much stayed the same, and that I preferred listening to books on CD or walking with other people to contemplating the universe.

Luckily, John Zeaman, with the help of his long-legged, inquisitive dog, Pete, and his ability to look at nature with an artist’s eye — he is both painter and art critic — has done the job for me in Dog Walks Man: A Six-Legged Odessey, and far better than I could have. Which relieves me of guilt and pressure. At least about this particular thing.

Zeaman also has the ability to look at the world of dog people with gentle satire and at himself with self-deprecating humor. Although he often compares himself with Henry David Thoreau because of his interest in the outdoors, I think he’s far more akin to Jane Austen, a keen observer of society (this is high praise; hate him, love her). I’ll spare you the rant. I mention Thoreau only because, if you feel the same way as I do about that humorless pontificating hypocrite, I don’t want you to be put off Zeaman’s book.

Its title notwithstanding, this book isn’t all that focused on dogs — or, perhaps I should say, it would be easy to enjoy even if you’re not canine oriented. But the astute observations about Pete and his kind are a bonus. (By the way, Pete, like John Steinbeck’s Charley, is a standard poodle. There must be a subgenre of meditative-men-and-poodle literature.)

For example, Zeaman does his research and knows about dominance theory but rejects it from a common sense perspective:

I never bothered with the “alpha-dog” theory. I don’t think Pete saw me as a dog, much less a subordinate one, or that we were in any kind of power struggle for hierarchy points. Pete could be pretty stubborn, and there were times when he questioned my judgment. But so what? There were times that he was right…. He could have been more mindful of me, I suppose, but then again it was never Pete’s idea — or any dog’s — that he be tethered to me and coordinate his movements, like a partner in a silly three-legged race.

Zeaman never romanticizes Pete or the activity of dog-walking; he calls himself, and the other suburban fathers forced to take on dog-tending duty, “a dupe.” His recognition of the nature of their relationship is clear-headed, and it’s one of the many joys of the book.

Spoiler alert: Don’t read the next two paragraphs if you haven’t finished Dog Walks Man.

There is only one part, towards the end, when I began getting mighty irritated with the narrator: He begins forcing the aging Pete to walk up ramps and take car rides and walks against his will. But to his credit, Zeaman comes to acknowledge his selfishness with brutal self-examination and honesty:

I had told myself that [walking] was some important purchase on life for him. The walk! To walk was to be alive!… But I was beginning to think that I hadn’t been doing it so much for him as for myself. It was me. I had become the one who needed to go on walks. We had reversed roles.

I further realized that on some childish level, I had been angry with him for not wanting to go anymore.

It’s the rare dog lover who doesn’t see her dog as a reflection of herself; it’s the rare writer who acknowledges that fact and expresses its pitfalls so articulately.

In the end, the book is not about dogs or about man and nature, but about being fully engaged, about observing and celebrating and mourning growth and loss and change.

If there happens to be a dog or two as part of the process, all the better.

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To see what I had to say about the book’s literary aspects, and particularly its setting in the Meadowlands, New Jersey, please go over to A Traveler’s Library and read Pet Travel Book Club goes to the Meadowlands.

I’d love to know what you think of the book on both sites — dogwise here and literarily there. Or mix it up. My pal Vera Marie Badertscher and I are open to any opinions except rude and hostile ones. And we usually even allow those because it’s the commenters who look like jerks.

Haven’t read the book but want to now? You still have  a chance to purchase signed copies of the paperback and the hardcover editions of Dog Walks Man at a discount, including shipping charges. To order these signed, discounted copies directly from the publisher, contact Amy Alexander at 203.458.4541 or e-mail Amy.Alexander at globepequot.com. Signed hardcovers are $20, signed paperbacks are $15, and prices include tax and shipping.

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So — as I wrote at the end of my Pet Blogger Challenge post, I’m wrapping up my involvement in the Pet Travel Book Club and other regular features on this blog to start on another project. But I don’t want to let the Pet Travel Book Club meet an untimely demise. I’m not going to divulge any details — because I don’t have any yet — but look for its reincarnation on one of my favorite blogs as well as on A Traveler’s Library.

Update: I was waiting for both parties to sign off but it’s official: Pamela Webster of Something Wagging This Way Comes is going to be taking over the book club. With a punny literary name like that for her dog blog, it was clearly meant to be. And I know Pamela will do such a terrific job, you’ll forget you ever knew me.

But you commenters are pissing me off. You’re putting in such interesting, intelligent comments that I’m starting to regret that I’m leaving. Can we please lower the level of this conversation? Talk about Kim Kardashian, maybe?

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Pet Travel Book Club: Exit Atticus, Enter Pete

Last week’s virtual book club meeting was a huge success — not least because Tom Ryan, the author of the book we discussed, got involved. Here is what he wrote on Following Atticus’s Facebook page about the review on A Traveler’s Library, the co-host of the club:

It’s windy and cold outside and I’m lying in bed with Atticus, who is pressed up against me. Winter feels like it’s arrived! And most important I’m smiling. I’m smiling because of this wonderful blog post I’ve linked to regarding our story. The author, Rebecca Boren, gets that one of the main characters in the book are the White Mountains themselves. And it’s a great review to boot. I think you’ll enjoy it as it’s wonderfully written. As always, be kind to the bloggers out there. When you read their posts, remember, they love comments (if you feel so inclined). Nothing makes a blogger happier than a long list of comments!

Tom also mentioned, on Monday, “I’ve just heard from my editor that we had a huge jump in sales last week.”

Coincidence? I think not.

The book winners

With the help of Randomizer.org, the signed book went to Patti P., who was so excited to win that she bought a copy of Am I Boring My Dog. Talk about a win-win for me! Read More »

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Pet Travel Book Club: Following Atticus

Image of Atticus the Ascendant by Jean Marie Kelly

It’s here! The second official meeting of the best — possibly only — online Pet Travel Book Club. I’m very excited because:

  • We’re going to be discussing a terrific book, Following Atticus by Tom Ryan.
  • The write ups — yes, plural — and questions are by a terrific reviewer, my friend Rebecca Boren, a freelance writer in Tucson who was a senior editor at Seattle Weekly and chief political reporter at the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. And who was Frankie’s rescuer. In addition to the review here, she is discussing the book from a more literary and personal/somewhat less dog oriented perspective at A Traveler’s Library: Hiking with Atticus.
  • There are prizes: A signed copy of Following Atticus and an unsigned copy.

Here’s how the prizes work: Anyone who comments on either blog gets a chance to win the book (first prize being the signed book, second the unsigned book), chosen by the Randomizer.  Anyone who comments on both blogs gets two chances. The only thing I ask is that the comments on each blog be different.

Haven’t read the book yet or finished it? No worries. We’re not strict here.

You’ve got lots of choices on how to comment. You can:  a) answer one of the questions that Rebecca poses; b) tell me what you do or don’t like about the book; c) provide a question for me to ask Tom Ryan, whom I will be interviewing (I’ll post a podcast here and on Animal Cafe). You have until midnight, December 9, EST to comment so you can get the book in time to give it as a gift.

One more thing: I’m paying for postage on the signed copy so I’m afraid I can only afford to send it within the U.S. But the publisher is sending the unsigned copy from their offices, so no limitations there.

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Back to the Garden

by Rebecca Boren

One of the first rules I learned at Arizona Schnauzer Rescue holds that it doesn’t matter how carefully you restrict and hedge about and limit and insist on a state of desperation before you will take a dog in need. The possessor of that dog only hears three magic words, “I’ll take him.” Read More »

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Coping with Holiday Frenzy: Sounds to Soothe the Canine Soul

Lisa Spector discussing her latest project with one of her muses, Sanchez

I’ve been called a grinch for grumbling about this time of year, its sentimentality and sensory overload. Fine. But I contend that I don’t steal the spirit of the holiday season so much as provide a respite from it for those who need one — and that includes your dog. That’s right. Even if you, my human readers,  love every minute of this season, from entertaining your friends and co-workers to piling into the car to visit family back home, your dog may not be quite so keen on it.

Consider the information in the interview I did with Lisa Spector for Animal Cafe, then, my gift to your canine companions — a gift you can make literal at a terrific discount (see the end of this post). Read More »

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Pet Travel Thursday: Passports and Pooches with Purpose

Every now and then I hear people on TV disparaging bloggers as losers who sit in their parents’ basements, typing away in their pajamas. My experience with pet bloggers has been dramatically different. Our shared concerns — and our shared traffic — have accomplished amazing things, from getting food donated to shelters to getting individual animals adopted to raising consciousness about important issues like puppy mills that has led to saving lives, big time.

Travel Bloggers Care Too

I’m excited to have joined another community that is equally devoted to doing good. By becoming a contributor at A Traveler’s Library, I’ve become aware of an annual campaign called Passports with Purpose, which raises funds for different worthy causes. This year it’s building two libraries for children in Zambia.

The thing that’s especially cool about this campaign is that, when you donate $10, you’re eligible to win awesome prizes, worth up to $1000.

I wasn’t aware of the program in time to get a sponsor to contribute any prizes to Will My Dog Hate Me this year, so I’m going to turn you over to my pal Vera Marie Badertscher at A Traveler’s Library, who has three terrific ones on offer. And who can explain it all.

I suppose I should admit that I’m wearing pajamas as I type this, though I am not in anyone’s basement. We don’t have basements in Southern Arizona.

Pooches with Purpose

Joining the Traveler’s Library stellar team of contributors also led me to start a pet travel book club, which will be held simultaneously on both sites. Two different reviews by one person — who will not be me next week — on each site means two chances next week to win prizes: A signed or an unsigned copy of the book:

I’ll explain further next week (December 8), the day the book club meets, but basically if you comment on the book and/or contribute a question to ask Tom Ryan, the book’s author, on both sites you’ll have two chances to win a book.

So you should read the book, which involves a dog who helps with two fund-raising efforts (thus my ability to give this post an awesomely alliterative title).

I know, that sound boring. But it isn’t. And you don’t have to take my word for it. The book inspired a recent guest post on my blog about mountain climbing dachshunds and a “I can’t wait to discuss the book” post — along with a fun video of dogs romping on the beach — at Kenzo the Hovawart. 

One thing: If you started the book and got bogged down in the first mountain climbing section, which involve lots of indistinguishable peaks and hikes, keep reading. It soon gets a lot more interesting, I promise.

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Following Chester & Gretel: Weiner Dogs Can Hike Too!

Chester and Gretel on Mount Si

Small dogs often get a bad rap. They’re seen as yappy and lap-oriented, not as “real” somehow as larger breeds, especially when it comes to outdoor activities.

As the companion of a little pup with a big personality, I’m working on changing that stereotype.

For my next pet travel book club selection I chose Following Atticus: Forty-Eight High Peaks, One Little Dog, and an Extraordinary Friendship, which details the alpine adventures of a miniature schnauzer  (Note: the club meets two weeks from today, December 8 — start reading if you want to be in on winning a signed copy). And today’s guest blogger, Jessica Rae, is here to prove that the even shorter-legged can hike too.

One note from Jessica before I turn the blog over to her.

I know I spelled weiner “wrong” and that the proper spelling is WIEner. That IS how I spell it though and not a typo.

I didn’t ask why. Poetic license. I observed her spelling throughout the post and in its title.

Have a great Thanksgiving! I hope this post inspires you to hike after your big dinner — or, alternatively, to raise a glass to Chester and Gretel and Atticus and all dogs, great and small, for whom we are thankful.

Guess which one I’m opting for?

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Like many people in the Northwest, my fiancé and I climb mountains with our dogs. Nevertheless, people really notice us wherever we go, especially when we hike in the snow.

That’s because our dogs, Chester and Gretel, are miniature Dachshunds.

Nimble Gretel

I love the outdoors so I started bringing little Chester hiking with me when he was a puppy. I was absolutely amazed at how well he did and how much he loved it. I didn’t expect a little dog to be capable of a significant hike. I started taking him on steeper, longer hikes and he was always up for the challenge. Thus began our ten year hiking career. Read More »

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The Pet Travel Book Club Kicks Off with Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley

Ace Woestendiek paying tribute to John Steinbeck

True confession: I’ve never been in a book club, real or virtual, much less organized one of my own. After years of graduate school literature classes, I didn’t want to discuss books for a while; I just wanted to read them without pressure to say what I thought. When I got over that, I was reluctant to have people that I didn’t know very well over to my house. Let’s just say I’m a bit housekeeping challenged.

So I’m a little nervous about this new venture. But I’ll try not to let it show. Besides, I hear wine is a key component of book clubs. And no one will know if you — or I — have a second or third glass, and at what time of the day or night we have it.

Book Club Logistics

Here’s how it works. Over at A Travelers Library, I wrote about Travels with Charley as a work of travel literature, and posed a few discussion questions at the end. I hope you will go over there and participate.

On this blog, it’s all about the animals — dogs, cats, camels, donkeys… whatever creatures come along on the trip described in the book. There’ll be questions here too. Feel free to ask your own or just say whatever you like as long as it’s  more or less related to the book. Or book clubs. Or animals. Or wine.

I’ll never close off the comments (although I’ll monitor them, as I monitor all comments). I just might not engage in the conversation as vigorously after the first week as in the beginning.

We run a loose ship around here.

What I Expected from Travels with Charley

John Steinbeck and Charley

As I wrote over at A Traveler’s Library, I didn’t expect the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, one who is known for his social consciousness, to write a book that was so much fun and that was so self reflective.

I also didn’t expect Travels with Charley: In Search of America, to have so many scenes with Charley in it. Sure, he’s the title character but I figured he might be a literary device. Steinbeck writes, “A dog, particularly an exotic like Charley, is a bond between strangers. Many conversations on route begin ‘What degree of dog is that?'”

Moreover, I had read that taking Charley along was an afterthought, a suggestion by Steinbeck’s wife, Elaine.

I also imagined that back in 1960, when Steinbeck took the trip  (the book was published in 1962), the man-dog interactions would be more, well, manly — as in silent, no emotion expressed. Maybe I was thinking of Hemingway.

I was delighted to discover that Charley is a full-fleshed character, that Steinbeck’s relations with him are quite tender, and the descriptions of him —  dare I say it — a bit anthropomorphic. Their relationship struck me as remarkably contemporary, similar to those I read on my favorite pet blogs (maybe a bit better written; Steinbeck did deserve that Nobel Prize).

Here’s the book’s introduction to Charley, who is:

…an old French gentleman poodle… Actually his name is Charles le Chien. He was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris… and while he knows a little poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French. Charley… prefers negotiation to fighting, and properly so, since he is very bad at fighting.

Charley is also quite expressive.

He is the only dog I know who could pronounce the consonant F. This is because his front teeth are crooked… and his upper front teeth slightly engage with his lower lip. The word ‘Ftt” usually means he would like to salute a bush or tree.

Finally, according to the introduction to the Penguin Classics edition, taking Charley along was not an afterthought:

I remember when he asked to take Charley Dog,” [Steinbeck’s] wife later recalled. “He said rather meekly, ‘This is a big favor I’m going to ask, Elaine. Can I take Charley?’ ‘What a good idea, I said, ‘if you get into any kind of trouble, Charley can go get help.’ John looked at me sternly and said, ‘Elaine, Charley isn’t Lassie.’

Some favorite scenes

I savored almost all the scenes that had Charley in them, but some of my favorites that show Charley acting like every dog I know include:

Over the years Charley has developed a number of innocent-appearing ways to get me up. He can shake himself and his collar loud enough to wake the dead…. but perhaps his most irritating method is to sit quietly by the bed and stare into my face with a sweet and forgiving look on his face; I come out of a deep sleep with a feeling of being looked at.

And when Charlie tries to cheer Steinbeck out of a blue funk:

He came into the bathroom and that old fool played with the plastic bath mat like a puppy….Then he rushed to the door and barked as though I were being invaded.

These are too long to quote but, in no particular order, I was fond of the scenes where:

  • The pair are stopped at the U.S.-Canadian border and, because Steinbeck doesn’t have proof of Charley’s rabies shot, they have to turn around and are hassled, even though they never enter Canada.
  • Steinbeck tries to impress Charley with the redwood trees, to let him know that they are actually trees and that he therefore has permission to pee on them. Charley is not convinced.
  • All the medical scenes: the one where Steinbeck tries to treat Charley’s prostate problems himself, and the ones with the vets, both the bad one and the good one. I tear up when I think how sweet Steinbeck is with Charley, how much he clearly cares about his pal.

The only thing that I found discordant — really, just clueless —  is the scene where Steinbeck sprays his van, Rocinante, with insecticide and then seems surprised that Charley is “allergic” to the toxic stuff, sneezing his head off at it. Steinbeck otherwise seems savvy  — indeed, prescient — about environmental issues, complaining about the pollution of rivers, etc.

Questions

What were your favorite Charley scenes?

What struck you most about the relationship between Charley and Steinbeck?

How do you think a trip like this would be different now?

Next month’s book


And here’s a bonus. Although it’s early in this book club for me to have a guest host, my friend Rebecca Boren is going to fill in for me. This is because, having seen the book in my house, she started reading it, bought a copy, and proceeded to read it three times.

You may have heard of Rebecca as Frankie’s rescuer. But she is also a respected journalist, the one-time senior editor at The Seattle Weekly and chief political reporter at the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. This is very relevant to this book, which has a newspaper publisher as the narrator, as well as relevant to the fact that I’m honored to have her as a guest poster. And then there’s the mini-schauzer connection.

But that will all become clear on December 8.

Photo credits & disclosures

John Woestendiek, whom I interviewed for Animal Cafe, set out with his dog, Ace, to replicate Steinbeck’s trip with Charley. He took this tribute photo in Monterey, California. You can read about the trip on his blog, Travels with Ace.

The photograph of Steinbeck and Charlie, by Vera Marie Badertscher — of A Traveler’s Library fame — was taken at The Steinbeck Center in Salinas, California.

I am an Amazon affiliate. If you buy a book through this site, I get a few cents.

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Pimp my dog’s ride: Hot auto safety products

Dawn Ross and her late product tester, Sephi (R.I.P.)

Ok, so maybe this post’s title is a tad deceptive. If you install dog safety products in your car, it won’t make anyone want  to drag race down the street with you. Quite the opposite, in fact. But that’s a good thing. Most dogs would probably start growling if you really revved your engines, and how distracting is that?

But ever since I learned that it meant custom rigging a vehicle to inspire envy, I’ve wanted to use the phrase “pimp my ride” in a sentence. And to my mind, there’s nothing sexier and more inspiring of admiration than keeping your dog safe.

I was therefore very excited to have the opportunity to interview Dawn Ross, owner  of PetAutosafety.com and the associated product review blog,  PetAutoSafetyBlog.com, for this week’s Animal Cafe interview.

The need for security

I’ve covered the importance of safety on this blog before: Rod Burkert of GoPetFriendly.com wrote about securing large dogs in a van and RV, while Mary-Alice Pomputius of DogJaunt.com covered the issue from the keeping a small dog safe in a car perspective.

But the message can’t be emphasized too much, especially at this time of year, when people will be driving with their dogs to visit family and friends for the holidays.

As Dawn points out, it’s not just your dog’s safety that you need to worry about (though why wouldn’t you be concerned about that)? An unsecured dog is often a distraction, making driving less safe in general. And if you need to stop suddenly, the poor pup becomes a projectile. At 35 mph, a 60-pound unrestrained dog can cause an impact of 2,700 pounds, slamming into a car seat, windshield, or passenger. Ouch. Read More »

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