Life's a journey: traveling with daisy | members only access

Road tripping with Daisy requires as much paraphernalia as traveling with a toddler and entails many considerations, compromises and expenses. I won’t lie: I sometimes wonder if I’ve made a

terrible mistake. Being footloose is a lot harder when you’re responsible for another creature. I travel with her crate, a bed, her rug, a tether for campsites, her food, snacks and more.

Not all accommodations allow dogs, and many that do have a weight limit that Daisy exceeds. Most places also charge an extra pet fee. Stopping at roadside attractions can be tricky to

impossible. If the weather permits, I’ll leave her in the car for a little while, but not a whole museum’s-worth of time. Sometimes it’s best to board her at a kennel — to visit friends, for

example. I learned this early on when we stayed with friends in Nashville, Tennessee, who had a nice, large, fenced yard. We put Daisy out there while we visited, and she destroyed their

screen door trying to get back to me. They were good sports about it, but now I’m more likely to board her for visits or stay in  dog-friendly short-term rentals, motels and campgrounds. And

I don’t leave Daisy alone unless she’s crated. A DOGGONE GOOD GIRL For the most part, though, travel with Daisy is fun. On the road she mostly snoozes in the back seat, but it makes me

smile to see her head pop up from time to time as she checks out the scenery. We share snacks; nothing wakes her faster than the rustle of cellophane. If I leave her in the car at a rest

area to run to the bathroom, she watches for me from the window and smiles when she spots me. Traveling alone I can get road greedy, trying to cover as many miles as possible. Traveling with

Tom required us both to agree on impromptu stops, which we only managed occasionally. Daisy and I stop and step out of the car often to stretch our legs and take in new views. We’ve become

rest area aficionados, both the big fancy ones and the weird little ones that are nothing but a few picnic tables and a trash can by a cornfield. Daisy is strong and extremely protective (to

a fault, actually), and with her I feel empowered to stop when the whim hits me, even if it’s the middle of nowhere. I like those neither-here-nor-there places and moments.  Taking her for

walks wherever I’m staying gives me a new view of my surroundings. If I want to do dog-free activities, I can leave her crated in a short-term rental (better for dog travel than hotels),

which doesn’t bother her in the least. If I just need a place to crash for a night, I’ve learned which motel chains allow pets to stay for free. And as a special road-trip treat, I let Daisy

sleep on the bed in motels, which she doesn’t get to do at home. Other travel treats include occasional hamburgers or ice cream cones. We all deserve road-trip indulgences; Tom liked beef

jerky, I’m into gummy bears. We’re learning to camp too, which I’ve always wanted to do. Truthfully, I don’t think Daisy is crazy for camping and does it only to humor me. The first time we

camped was on a dusty flat in Amarillo. A huge wind kicked up in the middle of the night and set everything shaking, including Daisy. We finished the night in the car. Our first night in

Arkansas’ Petit Jean State Park, I built a campfire and pulled up a chair. Daisy gave it a glance and retired to the tent to sleep. The last time we camped, in the San Juan National Forest

in Colorado, she dug a hole under the picnic table and spent most of her time hanging out there. I have decided she is enjoying the experience her own way, and I’m fine with it. I do wish

she could help set up a tent, though. Some things are objectively more difficult alone.