My humans have a long history of vacationing with their miniature schnauzers (Mike and I are #4 and #5 in their line of adopted rescued miniature schnauzers – starting with some dog named “Kerie” in the 1990s…they have photos of her around the house). Before the humans adopted Mike (rescued mini schnauzer #5) they took me on a couple vacations.
However, Mike is sort of a handful – he has some anxiety issues and some leash aggression that they humans have worked with him for a couple years on – so we have not gone on any family vacations.
Well the humans felt Mike was ready to go on his first family vacation and we traveled to Portland, Oregon and the Oregon Coast (Cannon Beach) for a three-day vacation this past Thursday to Saturday.
Mike got a little panicked when the humans were packing up the car. My understanding is his previous humans (who surrendered him) used to take their other dog on trips and board Mike at a dog kennel place (where according to his vet records he would suffer intestinal distress and other issue).
Although the humans assured him he was going on the trip, he still jumped in the trunk as they were packing and would not get out. They had to fish him out and put him INSIDE the car where he would ride!
The Hotel Room
It appeared that Mike was experiencing his first time in a hotel room (the humans booked a room at a “dog friendly” hotel). He was unsure of the room at first and got a little panicked when the male human went to the hotel room bathroom and closed the door. Mike behaved as if the male human had been sucked into another dimension through a wormhole and whimpered at the door. He was so relieved when the male human reappeared.
Mike eventually settled in but kept looking around the room like: “We had a perfectly nice home, why have we moved to this tiny room?!?!” I guess a hotel room is a “kennel for humans”…
I do not like these things humans call “elevators”, they do not make sense to me. One moment you are in one area, then you get into this weird room that shakes and when the door opens you are somewhere else. Must be some strange human magic.
Mike REALLY did not like the elevator and would refuse to get on it a second time. The male human had to drag Mike onto the elevator. After a couple elevator battles, the humans, which had us staying on the 3rd floor, finally just took us up and down via the stairs.
My humans discovered years ago that if you carry your miniature schnauzer around on your back, you can go into most places while on vacation (except restaurants). So in Portland and Cannon Beach, Oregon, we went sightseeing with our humans on their backs in our doggie backpack carriers.
Mike loves being in his carrier and attached to the male human (I ride with the female human, it’s a “girl thing”) and never wants to get out of his carrier.
When in his backpack, Mike does not have aggression towards dogs on the ground. He does not like other humans sneaking up behind his human to pet him, and he will give a warning growl.
Passed Out on the Ride Home
Vacationing is exhausting and Mike and I passed out on the ride home. Overall Mike did fairly well on his first family vacation!