Forty-five minutes into our eight hour drive, Harvey committed what can only be described as a 'brown crime' inside his kennel. Fortunately, I was prepared for something like this. Unfortunately, I was prepared for something like this. When a list for your family road trip includes spare towels (that are potentially disposable), odor and stain removal spray, and enough paper towel to satisfy the bathroom needs of a large elephant, you know that you've crossed a line somewhere. My sister in law(ish) was a real trooper; she took care of the kennel while I dealt with my cat (who apparently loves finger painting). Everything that was salvageable was tossed into a plastic bag, to be dealt with later.
The rest of the trip went ridiculously well. Oz, Holly and Harvey were all amazing; they didn't whine or get restless. I even caught them all cuddling together at random points!
My mom seemed really happy to see me. I'm not sure what she thought about the plastic bag I passed her.
Hope everyone is having a great day :)
Hugs and poops,