We optimistically set a goal to leave the house by six a.m.,
so it was no surprise when we finally hit the highway for our new homestead at
eight-thirty on a bright and shiny California morning.
My husband, almost fourteen-year-old daughter Lucy, and our
three chinchillas (one pregnant) drove/rode in our 2006 Chevy Silverado, while pulling
our twenty-nine foot travel trailer.
Momma, Sugar, is beige and pregnant. Can you guess what Lucy named the white chinchilla? If you guessed Snowball, you win.
I drove held up the rear in our 2008 Toyota Yaris with our two boxers in tow—one of which gets horribly nervous whenever traveling in the car. Pee Wee is the five-year-old brindle, whose nervous behavior drove me crazy during each and every minute of our 1,382 mile journey.
On the third day I yelled at her and threatened to leave her on the side of the road. For the last five hours of the drive Pee Wee sat like a statue, refusing to look at me or let me pet her, and stared out the window.
Dezzy is the nine-year-old fawn, she is the sweetest and most neediest dog in the world who never likes to be less than five feet from your side.
Momma, Sugar, is beige and pregnant. Can you guess what Lucy named the white chinchilla? If you guessed Snowball, you win.
Daddy, Quinn 
I drove held up the rear in our 2008 Toyota Yaris with our two boxers in tow—one of which gets horribly nervous whenever traveling in the car. Pee Wee is the five-year-old brindle, whose nervous behavior drove me crazy during each and every minute of our 1,382 mile journey.
On the third day I yelled at her and threatened to leave her on the side of the road. For the last five hours of the drive Pee Wee sat like a statue, refusing to look at me or let me pet her, and stared out the window.
Dezzy is the nine-year-old fawn, she is the sweetest and most neediest dog in the world who never likes to be less than five feet from your side.
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Old photo from July, 2009, but one of the few where the dogs are awake and sitting still.
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