I've been crook for the last 10 days - a chest infection that went viral and ended up with bronchial asthma pretty bad - been on a double course of Antibiotics and prednisalone as well as the usual array of inhalers and decongestant mixes. Starting to feel better now and extending myself a bit more each day!
Speaking about being-sick-as-dog Cro, over at Cro's meanderings, wrote about how he took Lady Magnon to Toulouse and took his dogs along for the ride. Monty didn't take the trip too well - oh sh*te!
Denny-the-Dog used to get car sick when I took him away with me from our then home on the coast to stay with me while I worked away for the week. Trips always meant careful preparation - starve him the night before, stop every hour to let him exercise and get his balance back - but even the best planned trips ended up with him being car sick.
Ginger (in its "sweet" form, or, as ginger tablets) sometimes worked as an anti-motion sickness but he really just grew out of it and now loves riding in the truck - even dives into the Forester if we have the door open too long. I started by taking him on short, acclimatisation drives, usually to somewhere he loves to go, like the park or the river, until he associated riding in the truck as being 'pleasurable'.
Weigh-in delayed until tomorrow morning as getting out of bed on our now cooler mornings has been onerous.