Category Archives: Chloe (Dog stories)

7 Reasons I Rarely Take my Cocker Spaniel on Vacation

1.She’s too big to smuggle into the hotel room.

Hotels charge pet fees from $5 – $50 . There are no set fees for pets. Each hotel chooses the fee and it’s not refundable. Airbnbs charge up to $300 for a refundable fee. La Quinta is one hotel chain that does not charge a fee for your pet.

Chloe on hotel bed

2. She can’t fly with me

I don’t want to put her in the cargo area. She would be afraid.

She doesn’t fit under the seat in front of me. She has to travel in a carrier with the baggage under the plane. If the temperature is too hot or too cold she can’t fly.

If I get bumped from my flight, I have to find a flight for her.

3. Dogs can’t stay in cars in the hot summer or cold winter

I can’t take my dog into a gas station or a Starbucks if I have to go to the restroom. I have to leave her in the car. This is not an option if it is a hot summer day.

I did this once and came out to find three women threatening to call the police.

Dogs waiting for parents

4. I can only take her to restaurants that have patios.

Most restaurants don’t allow dogs inside. This limits me to outdoor seating. I call ahead to ask if there is patio seating.

Hamburgers in Sedona, Az

5. She doesn’t like long hikes or walks

She gets tired of hiking and I have to carry her.

6. Chloe doesn’t like selfies

7. Chloe can’t enter museums or stores

I can’t visit any attractions because Chloe is not allowed. I can’t leave her in the car because it is too hot. Chloe cries and howls when I leave her alone.

Chloe likes to stay home

No More Vacays

I am not sure I like going on vacation with mom. Six days of hiking two miles a day. Sleeping in a strange bed. Laying under the table at outdoor restaurants. I am not allowed to go inside restaurants. Not knowing when we are staying in the room or going out. My routine is completely disrupted. I miss my house.

I like the thick green grass and the cool air. It’s much cooler in the mountains than in the desert. Mom buys her coffee at Late for the Train across the street from the County Courthouse. She inserts her credit card and types in the license plate number of the car. This is how you have to pay for parking in downtown Flagstaff. It’s not easy to get a parking spot downtown. Mom always arrives early enough to scope it out. We are always lucky. It costs $1 per hour. Mom pays for two hours.


Mom knows how much I like rolling around and laying in the grass. It feels so good. The grass at home is very short, scratchy, and has stickers. Mom always has to comb the stickers out of my thick brown hair. Thanks mom for giving me this special time to lay in the grass. She takes her blue folding camping chair from the back of the car. Puts the chair on the grass. Takes out her notepad from her backpack and begins to write. We spend the next two hours watching people.

A two-year-old, Avery, is doing bunny hops across the lawn. She wants to put a little bow in my hair. I don’t want bows in my hair. Mom says, “Chloe, be nice.” I am always nice to little kids. I crawl on the grass so that she can pet me. I like to be pet. She gets closer. Her mom tells her “Avery, it’s ok. Chloe won’t hurt you.” She does a few more bunny hops. Her mom says, “Avery, say bye to Chloe. We have to go now.” I wiggle my little butt. Avery taps me on the head and off she goes. “Bye Avery” I say.

Our time is up. The meter is running out of time. Mom gathers her backpack, and chair and heads for the car. “Wait mom, you forgot about me.” “Chloe, you wait here, I will be right back.” She comes back for me and I jump in the car. We are going back to the cabin.

Mom likes to write in the afternoon. I can’t sleep. The windows are opened. Dogs are barking. People are talking. Every time I hear a noise, I bark.  Mom gets mad. “Be quiet Chloe.” At home I can’t hear anything. It is so hot. Mom never opens the windows. She always has the AC on.

We don’t have a bathroom in our cabin. Mom has to use the main bathroom about forty feet away. The first time she left me alone. I whined so loud. Mom got mad. She takes me to the bathroom every time.

The best time is at night. I am not allowed to sleep in the bed. I can’t read the sign on the door. I get in bed anyway. Mom doesn’t make me get out.

Seven days later mom packs the car. “Where are we going now?”  I want to go home. I lay in my bed in the car. I try to sleep. I don’t know where we are going. “Are we going home?” We stop for coffee. Mom needs a lot of coffee. Three hours later we arrive at home. It is really hot. I am happy. I rush inside, run up to the loft, and fall asleep.


Mom, next time leave me at home. Find one of those nice pet sitters to take care of me. All I want to do is be a coach potato.



Am I a Failure


Am I a Failure

I stand in front of the automatic sliding doors nervously waiting for them to open. I run back and forth because I can’t find the entrance. I am so excited. I am going to the only store that allows me to enter. My feet are sliding all over the freshly mopped linoleum floor. Where’s the snack aisle? That is my favorite. My feet are moving as fast as they can. I am going nowhere. Oh, I forgot. I am attached to a leash.

A middle-aged lady with a blue apron approaches me.

“Hi, are you Chloe?” she asks

How does she know my name? I look at her with my big brown eyes and wiggle my little butt.

Her apron has the name “Petco” printed on the left -hand side.

She leads me to a large blue enclosure at the entrance of the store. I am not alone. There is another dog sitting with its owner. He is bigger than me. I try to be brave. The lady is talking to Carol, my owner. She is going over the commands that I must master. I am here to take the Canine Good Citizenship test. I have been practicing at home for almost one month. Mom didn’t think it was necessary to sign up for the classes. She knows I am naturally smart and always obey the rules. She just gets annoyed when I whine.

Sit. Sit. Stay. Stay. Come. Good Chloe. I practiced these commands every day. I feel ready. I can do this.

The nice lady gives me the commands. “Sit Chloe”. I sit. She makes a check mark on her clipboard. She leads me around the enclosure. “Sit”. She walks away. She turns around and says “come”. I come. She makes another check mark. Mom and I go out of the enclosure. We go down my favorite aisle. The snack aisle. I smell the food. That is a bad check mark. We get to the end and Mom tells me to “stay”. I like mom. I do what she tells me. I sit. Mom turns her back on me and walks to the end of the aisle. I don’t like it when she does that. I am scared she will leave me. I sit and wait. The lady says I must wait for two minutes. I can’t wait any longer. I run after Carol. Another check mark in the no pass column. We try it once more. No, I can’t do it.

We return to the blue enclosure. The lady gives Mom the bad news. I didn’t pass the Canine Good Citizenship test. I feel bad. Mom reaches down and pats my head. Is she disappointed in me? Am I a failure?

We walk out. I jump in the car. Sit in my seat. I didn’t get any treats. I lay my head down on the seat. We drive home. Mom stops the car. Wait this is not home. I jump out. Mom attaches my leash. We walk a few feet. Yes, we are at the ice cream shop. I am so happy. Mom only lets me have vanilla. I have the best mom. Thanks, Mom. I lick the ice cream off the spoon. Mom tells me I am the best. I feel so good inside.

I am not a failure. Mom loves me!


I Am Going on Vacation

I am feeling nervous again. Mom is throwing clothes from her closet into “that” box again. She thinks I don’t know what she is doing. I do. She’s going on another trip. She always puts her clothes in the black, square, wicker basket just outside the closet door. She doesn’t want me to get sad. I am on to you mom.

Out comes the black suitcase. The one mom always takes with her. She doesn’t like checking in her luggage. She carries her backpack and her suitcase on the plane. Wait a minute! My blue bag is sitting next to the suitcase. Mom is putting my food, snacks, and pillow inside. “Am I going to the Raintree Resort?” They have pools, private rooms, and friendly aids.

Wait! There is the red ice chest. This only comes out if we are going camping or on a long road trip. Like the 4,000 mile trip, we took last summer. Mom is loading it with ice, pre-cooked curry, yogurt, and onigiri (rice balls). Mom likes rice balls. Dad did too.

Mom pats me on the head and says “Don’t worry Chloe. You are going with me.” Mom never lies. Well, sometimes she does. She says she will be back in a minute. She comes back in three hours. She loads everything into the car. I wait patiently for my time. Not really! I am wiggling my but so hard. I really wish I had a tail. It would be easier to wag. She comes into the house. She is all sweaty. It is 104F outside. That is why we are leaving for a week.

She says “Cmon Chloe. Jump.” I jump into the car and onto my seat. I am so excited. Wait! Maybe I am just going to the kennel. I start to whine. This drives mom crazy. She says “Stop whining Chloe.” I can’t stop myself. I continue to whine.

It’s been one hour. I am still in the car. Mom stops. She has to use the bathroom at the gas station. So do I. She gets out of the car and leaves me. I really start whining.

One time I was sitting in the car and mom ran into Starbucks to use the restroom. They are cleaner. She left me water and the windows were down. She said, “Don’t whine.” I did very loudly. When mom came running out of Starbucks three ladies were standing by the car. They said, “Lady, is this your car?” Mom said, “Yes, why”. “Your dog was crying. It is too hot to leave a dog in the car.” “We are going to call the police.” I felt so bad for mom. She couldn’t take me in the bathroom with her. I wanted to tell them “Don’t call the police!” My mom is good to me. If she goes to jail, who will take care of me?

Mom was mad. She said, “Get away from my car now!” The ladies backed away from the car. “Way to go, mom!”

Mom came out of the bathroom at the gas station. It was my turn. I jumped out of the car and we found a small patch of grass. I did my business and jumped back in the car.

I fell asleep and three hours later we arrived at a cabin in the woods for eight days.

I am on vacation with mom!