I’ve made about 15 road trips to Florida over the last 5 years first with Clover, and more recently with Clover and Cosmo, happily ensconced in the back seat for almost 1,000 miles.
Clover is a great traveler. She enjoys the car, does not get car sick, and she understands the concept of short pit stops: out, do your business, back in the car, let’s go!
One thing Clover doesn’t handle well is bad weather. On one particular trip, we were outside of Savannah and I was thinking about driving on through to my parents in one day; however, the weather looked like it was going to go downhill fast, so I decided to get a room. I stopped at a hotel that we had stayed at before, pulled the car up as close to the front door as I could, cracked the windows half way in the front, and left Clover so I could check in.
Check-in took about 5 minutes, and during that time the weather really started to blow. Big dark black clouds blew in with a couple of claps of thunder in the distance. I hurried out to the car because I knew Clover would be frantic.
I looked in the window – no Clover. I opened the back door of the SUV – no Clover. Looked in the front window again. No Clover. At this point, my stomach started to heave, and I thought I was going to throw up at any point. All I could think of was she was freaked out by the lightning and thunder and she had bolted out of the window. My mind was racing, I felt sick, and needed to sit down. I opened the front driver’s side door so I could sit down.
There she was on the floor under the steering wheel curled up into a dark black ball with her head under the front seat trying to hide from the thunder. And shaking. Just like me.
When we travel now, I always have two sets of keys with me so I can keep the windows closed with the car running and the a/c on and the doors locked.