Thus far, we've managed a completely painless 5 hour trip from here to Fort Worth yesterday after work, then another painless trip back early this afternoon, with Cascabel in tow.
At five months of age her head already is level with the kitchen table, but we only just found this out, along with the fact that our new possible-show-dog is narcoleptic.
On the trip home, she was awake for all of twenty minutes. Rita, our mentor, slipped her what I thought was a Mickey Finn, but turned out to be an anti-flea pill. I thought for sure it was morphine. She slept almost the entire ride home, sprawled out across the back seat. We got home, Belle and I walked 'our territory,' did some socializing inside with the cats, and worn out, Belle had to take a power nap.
I finally had to take a cattle prod to her to make her get up and around, she took on about five gallons of water, three and a half pounds of dry food, we did a brief tour of the front yard, made water and soil, and returned inside for...
Yeah, you got it.
Damn shame the AKC doesn't host Championship Field Sleeping Trials. We've got a shoe-in here.