But I'm never taking my dog on vacation again. Anyway, took the parson russell on vacation because she worried herself sick, literally, last time we were gone for several days. Wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink, her titties got all fat like with a false pregnancy (when I came back I thought she'd sneaked some puppies out on me) wouldn't leave the couch for days after we got back, bit both my daughter and I. One very pissed off pooch. The lady across the street who was watching her said the night we came home she sat on the porch and howled for about an hour. She never howls, for anything. So I thought, poor thing (I may have already told this story) next time I'll just take her. I don't want her to die on me. So I carefully planned the next vacation, booked a motel on the beach (a very nice beach) that took dogs. It was disgusting. We stayed there two nights and I was like pack it up, we're out of here. My son almost got bit in the face by a fellow vacationer's pit bull (while she was holding her...he ran up to it, another argument for leashes for kids. I was holding my rabid terrier at the time). We couldn't enjoy our balcony because anytime anyone or any dog walked within a mile of us she went berserck. Anyway, short story long, I found a nice motel down the beach near the family reunion and dumped her at the first pet hostelry I could find. I had vaccinated her myself, but wasn't sure if kennel cough was i ncluded so I lied and said I had vaccinated her for kennel cough because at that point I no longer cared. As it turned out, the vaccine I gave her did have the vaccinations for kennel cough. I told the caretakers (who could barely hear me over the din of my snarling freaked out dog and the dozen or so other dogs following suit at her arrival) she didn't like other dogs and laughed maniacally as I left, and told them I'd be back in 48 hours...maybe. I left no forwarding address, lol. They took it well, they were laughing. I picked her up, she was the only dog in her own kennel (very nice kennel) all the other dogs were obviously fed up and disgusted with her. She slept all the way home and was VERY happy to finally get home. Now the horses. I've had a couple of REALLY good days with them. Had a friend come over so he could ride my mare while I rode the kids' horse, because although I've owned her previously and now again, I've never ridden her. I didn't feel comfortable turning kids loose on her while I'm on my mare if I don't know how she's going to act..particularly if something were to happen to me if my mare acted up. So my friend rode her, and of course she acted up with him because he's an idiot in many ways....but they worked it out. I didn't care about that, because that's actually what I wanted to test...to see how the kids' horse acted if the other mare was fiddling around, not where she was supposed to be, etc. She was PERFECT. She could care less what the other mare is doing. She's not particularly interested even in following her, she reins well (I got new bits for them, they like them much better than the other bits). And while we were cleaning out the barn, I found why my horses are rubbing their tails off...there are some nails inside the barn which have been pounded through from t he other side and smashed down so they won't cut the horses, but the mares stand in the barn with their rumps against hte wall, and the hair is catching underneath those flattened nails and getting ripped off. I'm pulling clumps of it out every day. So yesterday I took the pastor's daughter to ride with the saddle while I rode my mare, who behaved perfectly with me on, I might add (you can't sit forward on her or she goes backwards, and if you get in her mouth she gets worked up, no problems....) and it was great. We walked and jogged around, no incidents. So today I got a tarp to staple across where the nails are and hopefully my mares' tails will grow back and stop looking like htey have worms or lice or something (I treated them for both, repeatedly, I couldn't figure out what hte problem was). And today we're riding again. Then on Wednesday taking my 7 y.o. to ride for her first ride where she's in control by herself. Woo hoo. Wish us luck.