Was on our trip out here. I drove the moving van and they had to spend much of the day cooped up in the Dodge Grand Caravan on the transport. That's where I slept, and the first night I collapsed on my back in exhaustion with one dog on each side of me. They started seriously threatening each other - remember the stress they were under too - and all I could think to do was to stretch out my arms so each dog would have her very own part of me to hog. They spent awhile still standing over me, almost nose to nose, but they eventually settled down.
At one point Joy started to pant real hard even though it was 20 below outside, and that almost freaked me out. Fortunately I learned later that some animal shelters have recordings of just such sound that they play to quiet the dogs, because it's a calming behavior. I guess Joy realized we were all at the end of our ropes.
While my mind's on that awful trip, I want to tell one more story; we pulled in at a truckstop in the middle of a blizzard, and a married driver team urged me to hurry into the restaurant out of the cold. I said you bet, but first I have to walk my dogs and I'll be in as soon as I put them back in the van. The lady went a little ballistic on me because I was leaving my dogs in the van in all the fierce cold. I said lady, don't worry, they're Chows; they sleep in the snow like sled dogs. But she had a full head of steam already and wouldn't let go even with her husband trying to explain until I actually let the dogs out where she could see them. They looked like round fur balls in their full winter coats, and the first thing they did was to roll around in the snow. That calmed the lady down, and they actually bought me dinner.
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