This weekend I took a trip to the Olympic Peninsula with the weiner dogs. When we go, sometimes we stay with friends and family. Other times we camp in the car. This was a car-camping kind of weekend and Gretel’s first stay in the El Coche Motel (aka the 4-Runner).
I LOVE sleeping in the car. I am the kind of crazy that would rather sleep in my car than in someone else’s home. Next to the couch, it’s my favorite place to sleep. Chester and Gretel don’t care about the car but LOVE sleeping where ever I am.
The three of us slept in my mummy sleeping bag. It’s the kind of sleeping bag that cocoons you so there is not much room to spare. It takes some maneuvering to share that tiny space because Chester and Gretel don’t like to touch. Well, really, it’s Chester that doesn’t like Gretel to touch HIM. When she gets about a foot from Chester his radar goes off and he moves.
When we sleep in my bag, Chester always skootches up next to me and I tuck him to my side with my arm while we sleep. Gretel gets the legs, which she prefers anyway, so they don’t have to touch. Did I mention that there was also a big-dog sized wire crate in the back of the car we had to squish around? So anyway, I am crammed in a small bag barely bigger than I am with two dogs that, when the temperatures are still mild, practically sweat me out of the thing.
About 3 am I woke up and was freezing. Chester was still snuggled up to my side but my feet were cold and I couldn’t feel Gretel down there. I squiggled my feet around at the bottom of the sleeping bag expecting to find her tiny body crammed into a far corner of it to no avail.
Still half asleep, I bolted upright and frantically looked around the car for her. She obviously couldn’t have let herself out and the doors were locked so no one could have opened to door to take her in the middle of the night. I turned the light on and looked closer at the front seat, next to my bag and in the corners. In a little bit of a panicked voice I called her name but there was no movement.
I am not sure why I did, but just then I peaked inside the sleeping bag at Chester. You know what I found? Chester and Gretel WERE TOUCHING! What I thought was Chester at my side was actually the two dogs twisted together.
I am not sure what happened here but I suspect it had to do with the freezing temperatures that had woken me up at 3 am in the first place. Maybe they WERE cuddling out of necessity and not because they liked each other but it’s still progress. Nothing like a little say at the cramped El Coche Motel to bring a family together.