Showing posts with label traveling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traveling. Show all posts

Sunday, July 16, 2017

What Are You Teaching Your Children?

July 16, 2017


At the North Rim Drive Upper Falls Overlook, there was a sign indicating no pets beyond a certain point that would take the visitor to the actual point of the overlook. The sign included a symbol that was unmistakable.  A gentleman with some sort of bulldog was dutifully sitting in the shade, waiting for his traveling companion(s) to return. 

As we walked in, there was a young family with two children and two dogs, trying to get the children and dogs to pose on some sort of statue.  This irritates me, that the parents would blatantly disobey rules in front of and including their children in the activity.  What are they teaching their children?  I happened to notice the car this family was traveling in, and had occasion to observe how the father was driving. His driving skills were no better at following the rules of the road than were his obedience to signs at a tourist attraction.

Additionally, I saw an older woman, perhaps my age, with her poodle type dog beyond the dogs allowed area. She was not with anyone, so I suppose she had a choice of missing the attraction, taking her dog with her, or locking him in the car for an undetermined amount of time, during which the dog might suffer from heat illness.

I used to travel along with a dog, Mack, and made a point not to go where the dog could not go, or leave the dog in the car for less than 10-15 minutes: buying gas, getting fast food, or maybe checking into a motel.  And often, when I checked into a motel, if I had more than one bag, the dog walked in and out with me to get my things.   There was once, the last trip I made to the Northeast with Mack, when he did not want to leave the hotel room after I got my first load in.  I could not blame him, it was bitter cold outside and the room was very snug.  He had done his business, so there was no reason to force him out again, and besides, he would let me know if he needed to go out.

Traveling with a dog is a wonderful experience, but it has its own special challenges.  I admit, the first time I travelled alone with Mack, I had not planned for all of those challenges, but most, I had planned for.  After that, I knew what I was doing and felt I always went well prepared.

Perhaps the family with the two dogs had not planned for all of the challenges they would meet while traveling with the two dogs, but this was a no brainer:  the adults just took turns going to the observation point, while one stayed behind with the dogs!  I know dogs are family, but there are sometimes special rules for these members of our families. 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Appreciating Home

April 4, 2017

Appreciating home.  I have been travelling the last few days, and have had really good accommodations along the way:  My sister’s home that felt like home, a resort hotel for a wedding, and an economy motel, that had its failings but was adequate for my needs and the price.  Some things make me appreciate home.  Of course, I miss my cats.  Access to familiar stores and their content is important.  And one thing I take for granted at home, a walk in shower.  When I purchased my home in 1992,  I liked the idea of a walk in shower for a couple of reasons.  Although I was planning to put in a “doggie door,” my dog had trained himself to pee on the tile in the bathroom floor in my apartment, so I felt he could be trained to pee in the shower, in an emergency.  Well he so appreciated the “doggie door,” that no other options were necessary. 

However, I also appreciated not having to climb into a bathtub to take a shower.  Well, in 1992, that was a personal preference, not a physical issue.  Technically, it is still not a physical issue, but I have noticed that the step feels higher, and it makes me realize how much I appreciate the walk in shower.

I also appreciate being familiar with local TV programming, which is very different in New England than in Lubbock, Texas.

On the other hand, every bed I slept in had something in common with my bed at home:  multiple layers of covering.  Not one layer is very thick, but every layer adds warmth to a bed.  I appreciate not just the warmth, but the comfort that comes from the weight of covers.

Being with family was great.  But being home is great, too!