The Drive
My two "Road Dogs" as we headed down the PCH (Pacific Coast Hwy) in Malibu, CA. Left: Scruffy Coco, Right: Foxy Cleopatra As you know I moved across the country. Well I didn't fly, I drove. Myself, my best friend's hubby and his brother all drove across the US. Two cars packed to the nines, four dogs and three humans. I dove my truck with my dog and one of their's and her hubby and brother drove in their car with the other two dogs. Talk about crowded. My little Pomeranian puff ball (Foxy Cleopatra) didn't care where we were going, just that her mommy was there! Now my bf's little Yorkie (Scruffy Coco) had a little bit harder time since her mommy flew there a week earlier and she missed her terribly. But eventually it all worked out and we all made it safe and sound. It took us six days to do it. We drove for eight hours and then arrived at our destinations, ate and went to bed. We were exhausted at the end of each day, but...