h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We have yellow road signs here with pictures of hazzards on them - deer, moose, falling rocks, etc. Someone suggested to our son years ago that they were Old Indians (don't mean to insult anyone). The deer is Running Deer, the moose is Moose Crossing, the falling rocks is just Falling Rock, there's a cow sign - Cow Crossing. It kept the Kid amused by the mile to watch for Old Indians.

Any town with a Lions Club has a sign on the outskirts with 2 lions on it. Watching for the lions is another game we played, with yells of "I see the lions first" from the back seat.

Only one kid didn't make things easier. Lacking a sibling, the dog was his sibling. I got "Mom, Babe's leaning on me", "Mom, Babe's breathing on me" all the way. I'd separate the two as best I could then involve the Lad in a game. The dog, at least, would get bored and go to sleep.

perhaps you and I might suggest a new topic? Travelling with Dogs?

I've had to traverse quite a distance with my pups over the years. . . Whilst my current Scotia Dog was a pup, she would induce a spasm of vomit on any ride lasting more than five minutes. . .
The only cure was to train her not to behave as such by proffering treats (Usually human-grade beef jerky at short intervals interspersed with incessant whiningpleadingbegginggrowling until the pre-vomitous belches would begin.) The time b/w treats would increase, and i could chomp on some of the roadsteak in the meantime, and that would cool her out a wee bit.

Singing the "Shut up Scotia" song to whatever tune was on the radio also seems to work.

Asking her if she "wannas go forwalk" just casued all sorts of isanity.

Perhaps bundling the article with pointers for air and sea travel would be a good idea. . . .?

Travelling with dogs creates its own set of problems, alright. My Springer, Babe, loved to go in the car. She'd be the first one in, and usually the first one out. We always have peppermints in the car, and you had to watch her, or she'd have her shout in the bag - she just loved them. They'll settle an upset stomach, too, if you can convince a dog to have one. I used to take her with me if I was just making a quick trip to the store, and it wasn't hot out, and I had to put the peppermints in the glove box.

Have you ever seen a cat that liked to travel? I had one years ago. It started when he was a tiny kitten, and I wanted to go camping for the weekend. He was too small to leave, so I took him with me. He loved the truck ride, and camping, and went with us all his life. You had to be sure he was in the house on a work day. He spent more than one day at the minesite where I worked!

i once had to sit in a backseat of a cramped car with my friends dementedly vicious giant hateful cat. . . The sort of cat that would all of a sudden for no reason wake up from a snooze and sink its teeth and claws into my leg. . .

Sounds like a few demented cats I've known. I may have to move my old cat - don't know yet, but we may be moving to Ontario, and I don't know how she'll take to it. When she was MUCH younger, she was on a 2 day move, and spent the entire trip under the truck seat. She wasn't talking to me when we arrived here. The only thing that changed her mind, was when she noticed we had a patio door she could sit at and look out. Then she THOUGHT she might forgive me.