vindication

Okay, I'll admit it up front: I'm not a nice person. For a year before his first camping trip I swore Tug the Weenie would freak out and not handle the change of locale well. He was fine. For over a year before his first bona fide, up close & personal introduction to the ocean I swore Tug the Weenie would freak out and not handle it well. He went up and dipped a paw in the water without concern.

So, where's this going? I bought a new vehicle today. I stayed in the driver's seat and my sister hopped out and opened the doors while Mama and Tug came downstairs to take their first ride. Whether it was the size of the new (larger) vehicle, the exhaust smell, the engine smell (I was NOT turning off the engine and, therefore, the A/C), or the new vehicle smell we'll never be certain. Of one thing and one thing only can I speak and be absolutely and completely positive I've reported the facts: Tug the Weenie wouldn't come within 6 feet EVEN with my sister holding open the door, Mama hopping inside and me sitting in the driver's seat. :) Finally, something he was too wussy to do!! My sense of balance in the Universe was restored...

The final laugh is still Tug's though: I never imagined he'd refuse a "RIDE" in any vehicle!

(Yes, he finally let himself be picked up and put in- he rode on Mama's lap around the block & still within the complex. I didn't have the heart to freak him out by going faster than "idle.")