Ruski's Road Trip
There are dogs that will fetch balls in the park, jump into the ocean for a swim and happily leap into the backseat of a car upon the mere mention of the word "car ride". Ruski isn't one of these dogs. He's stubborn. He's fearless. He's also spoilt and incredibly hyperactive anytime he steps out of the house.
Suprisingly though Ruski was very well behaved on a day trip down south. Driving down to Margaret River and back on Anzac Day was a pleasant journey for both dog owner and dog alike.
The last time I went "down south" I was only 12 months old. This seems a bit tragic considering I've travelled overseas but have never ventured far in my own home state. Better late than never, bright and somewhat early at 8.30am, we set off for a little big chow chow adventure.
Tree lined roads on the way to Margaret River. Passing through the countryside, we counted wineries, cow farms, deer farms, alpaca farms and cheese factories. Ruski prefers the trees though.
A chow's view of the trees. Heaven.
Stopping at Prevelly Beach, near Margaret River for some takeaway lunch and views of the ocean. Ruski whines his way through lunch and sniffs the salty air from the carpark. "He's a pretty thing," a man about to go to the beach with his kids comments. This goes straight to Ruski's head.
After the beach we stopped off at Cullen Winery for wine tasting (really just me tasting). I bought the sauvignon semillon blanc and the chenin blanc dessert wine. We ended up having coffee and cake, sitting back in the afternoon sun looking out over the vineyards. Bliss!
On the journey back we stopped in Busselton to run down the jetty. Ruski stayed in the car as we thought dogs weren't allowed. Just as well as the narrow jetty and his eagerness to run down it would have caused a few issues...
Ruski was so tired on the way back he finally succumbed to exhaustion and lay down on the backseat, snuggling next to me. He never actually fell asleep in car, though when we got home he flopped on his bed and snored loudly the rest of the night.
Next time we'll have to organise pet friendly accommodation. It's a dog life.
Suprisingly though Ruski was very well behaved on a day trip down south. Driving down to Margaret River and back on Anzac Day was a pleasant journey for both dog owner and dog alike.
The last time I went "down south" I was only 12 months old. This seems a bit tragic considering I've travelled overseas but have never ventured far in my own home state. Better late than never, bright and somewhat early at 8.30am, we set off for a little big chow chow adventure.
Tree lined roads on the way to Margaret River. Passing through the countryside, we counted wineries, cow farms, deer farms, alpaca farms and cheese factories. Ruski prefers the trees though.
A chow's view of the trees. Heaven.
Stopping at Prevelly Beach, near Margaret River for some takeaway lunch and views of the ocean. Ruski whines his way through lunch and sniffs the salty air from the carpark. "He's a pretty thing," a man about to go to the beach with his kids comments. This goes straight to Ruski's head.
After the beach we stopped off at Cullen Winery for wine tasting (really just me tasting). I bought the sauvignon semillon blanc and the chenin blanc dessert wine. We ended up having coffee and cake, sitting back in the afternoon sun looking out over the vineyards. Bliss!
On the journey back we stopped in Busselton to run down the jetty. Ruski stayed in the car as we thought dogs weren't allowed. Just as well as the narrow jetty and his eagerness to run down it would have caused a few issues...
Ruski was so tired on the way back he finally succumbed to exhaustion and lay down on the backseat, snuggling next to me. He never actually fell asleep in car, though when we got home he flopped on his bed and snored loudly the rest of the night.
Next time we'll have to organise pet friendly accommodation. It's a dog life.
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