We are so pleased to be back at Grace Church in Kalispell on Sunday morning. After church we pull out of the parking lot, camper in tow, and head for Idaho.
Our goal is a campground on the western side of Idaho's handle, but after a few hours of driving, Otis is misbehaving terribly and the stress vein in Hubs' neck is pulsing visibly.
Since the dogs are confined in the tube, they can't get out, but they can sure make a ruckus of whining and sharp, plaintive yaps. Murray is usually calm in the car and sleeps, unless we slow down, use the turn signal, pass a person on the street, or when Otis is barking. I have a spray bottle that I squirt them with, but by now Otis' head is all wet and he is angrily snapping at the mesh of the tube when I spray him.
I don't understand. When we say "go for a ride" the dogs get all happy and try to jump into the tube by themselves, but two minutes down the road they are acting like banshees again.
If anybody has any suggestions to get them to settle down, PLEASE help!
So far we have tried the following to no avail:
lots of exercise before trips
bribing with treats
using a thunder shirt
having rawhides or toys in the tube
spraying with water
using the force
Hubs renews his vows to buy shock collars at the end of every trip, but I can't bring myself to make it happen. The last thing I want to do is zap the pugs, but we are at wit's end with their yapping and they make driving very stressful. I want them to behave, not because they will experience pain if they don't, but because they are truly relaxed and happy to be in the car.
We see a National Forest sign with the little tent symbol and pull in, not knowing what to expect.
We find ourselves at Bad Medicine Campground (still in Montana), a lovely and deeply shaded camp surrounded by a lake on three sides.
The upper loop is empty and we choose a site that has the most sun for our solar panels.
Vault toilets and potable water make this a luxury camp in our book, and its proximity to water ranks it as a winner. At $10 a night, it is more than we like to pay, but the site is beautiful and we don't have the fortitude to drive any further with bad pugs today.
On the way out of Kalispell, we had to drive through a mile of road construction where they were spraying water on a dirt road. This means mud all over the front of the Airstream.
Since we now have plenty of water, I won't waste this opportunity to wash the car and camper.
It is very hot and we are next to water, so the pugs go for a swim. A bath follows and once again, Hubs is happier than he should be at their displeasure as he gives them vengeance baths.
As evening passes, all of the sites fill up and the hovering camp host has other victims to boss around.
Otis and Murray stay back at the camper as we sit by the lake, but we are ever under their watchful stares.