We left at 6am and drove and drove and drove and drove. Morey had his spot on the back seat of my van and quickly went back to sleep (after all, he had to wake up at 5am- way too early for him!)
We stopped 3 times in 18 hours; basically whenever we needed gas. Morey's aunt would take time to run him around any nearby grass and give him a chance to stretch his legs. Then we would load up again and keep driving. I know dogs don't really have sense of time, but I could just imagine him thinking "Are we ever going to get wherever we are going?" It kind of felt that way to me too!
We arrived home at midnight and my sister and I were both exhausted after 18 hours on the road. Unfortunately, Morey had been sleeping all day and he wasn't exhausted. He wanted to play with Jessie, my retired service dog who lives with "grandma", and she wasn't really thrilled about that at midnight. But, my wonderfully adaptable Morey reluctantly settled down and slept for the rest of the night. He definitely got his beauty sleep during those 24 hours since he slept about 20 of them!
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