READY, GET PET, GO!!!
Note: As related by Epoy, the pekingese.
People are surprised whenever they learn that Tisoy and I are car riders. Their usual question is regarding the call of nature as if we don’t have toilet training.
Much more surprising, maybe, if they get to know that we have travelled far and wide. We regularly go to the Mall of Asia on weekend mornings and I’ve been to the hot springs of Los Baños, to Tagaytay and even to faraway Baguio.
Our first trip to the Mountain Province last year was a milestone of sorts because it was a 7-hour trip. But the itinerary was well planned so we didn’t encounter any problem especially about our feeding and nature calls.
Early this year, we again went to Baguio with our Ninang, Ninong, and Mommy. Only Twinkle was left in the house because she couldn’t stand the ride. Besides, pigeons don’t really travel by car, you know.
Together with our cousin’s family who owns the van that we used, we left for Baguio before dawn. Along the way, I had a good sleep on Ninang’s lap while Tisoy, who was placed on the van’s floor, was wide awake all the time.
Feeding the fishes at the ISDAAN resto
Midway in the trip, we stopped by Tarlac in time for breakfast. The vast parking lot of Isdaan Restaurant provided for our physical needs.
Since I am on a prescription diet, only Tisoy was allowed to sample the food served in that fancy restaurant. But I enjoyed the sights though especially the fishes in the man-made pond.
Back in the van, I was on Mommy’s lap this time and Tisoy was beside Ninang. That’s so Tisoy would feel safer when we reach the zigzag road.
Another precaution taken before the climb was the stopover in La Union. While the van was gassing up, Tisoy and I relieved ourselves in the small garden of the gas station.
As we ascended the start of the zigzag in Kennon Road, something exploded and everyone felt suffocated. Good thing that the van had a sun roof that could be opened to refresh the polluted air inside the van.
The explosion was repeated for the second time and for the third time. If there is a King of Hearts, Tisoy is truly the King of Farts.
Seating arrangement in the van
At the Kilometer 15 post, the van suddenly puttered then petered out. Good thing that Uncle Doc, who was driving, was able to properly park the van by the roadside.
Baguio air is cool in the morning but it was nearing noontime so it was getting warmer. And for a pekingese like me, my thick coat couldn’t stand room temperature. I need an airconditioner or else…
With haste, Ninang carried me and motioned to my mommy to carry Tisoy. We had no choice but to leave the van to the car of Ninong and Doc and Tita Meanne.
Together with the kids, we boarded the first bus that came along. We were fortunate that the bus conductor initially thought that we were babies wrapped in blankets.
It was a natural reaction for the passengers to look at us. Good thing that Tisoy didn’t bark at the passengers. Another good thing was that Tisoy had controlled his tear gas bomb. As for me, of course, I am used to being adored by strangers.
Upon reaching the bus terminal, we immediately hailed a cab. Unlike in Manila, Baguio taxi drivers are accommodating and polite, giving me a feeling that they liked dogs.
In the vacation house, we were free to roam the expanse of the living room. Since it was our second time there, I already knew the refreshing feeling of the cool wooden floor. However, the cold nights made me shiver because Baguio is coldest in January.
Last year we enjoyed the parks but this year we couldn’t stroll anymore. There is an ordinance prohibiting pets in Baguio parks. With restaurants, we are used to having our meal in the parking area.
And since the van was not repaired on time, we had to charter a vehicle. The 6,500 pesos we paid for the rented van was not really expensive considering the smooth ride home.
When travelling, pets should have clothes for cold weather, mat and blanket for sleeping, enough food and other paraphernalia. And after passing the test for motion sickness then be ready, get pet, and go!
People are surprised whenever they learn that Tisoy and I are car riders. Their usual question is regarding the call of nature as if we don’t have toilet training.
Much more surprising, maybe, if they get to know that we have travelled far and wide. We regularly go to the Mall of Asia on weekend mornings and I’ve been to the hot springs of Los Baños, to Tagaytay and even to faraway Baguio.
Our first trip to the Mountain Province last year was a milestone of sorts because it was a 7-hour trip. But the itinerary was well planned so we didn’t encounter any problem especially about our feeding and nature calls.
Early this year, we again went to Baguio with our Ninang, Ninong, and Mommy. Only Twinkle was left in the house because she couldn’t stand the ride. Besides, pigeons don’t really travel by car, you know.
Together with our cousin’s family who owns the van that we used, we left for Baguio before dawn. Along the way, I had a good sleep on Ninang’s lap while Tisoy, who was placed on the van’s floor, was wide awake all the time.
Midway in the trip, we stopped by Tarlac in time for breakfast. The vast parking lot of Isdaan Restaurant provided for our physical needs.
Since I am on a prescription diet, only Tisoy was allowed to sample the food served in that fancy restaurant. But I enjoyed the sights though especially the fishes in the man-made pond.
Back in the van, I was on Mommy’s lap this time and Tisoy was beside Ninang. That’s so Tisoy would feel safer when we reach the zigzag road.
Another precaution taken before the climb was the stopover in La Union. While the van was gassing up, Tisoy and I relieved ourselves in the small garden of the gas station.
As we ascended the start of the zigzag in Kennon Road, something exploded and everyone felt suffocated. Good thing that the van had a sun roof that could be opened to refresh the polluted air inside the van.
The explosion was repeated for the second time and for the third time. If there is a King of Hearts, Tisoy is truly the King of Farts.
At the Kilometer 15 post, the van suddenly puttered then petered out. Good thing that Uncle Doc, who was driving, was able to properly park the van by the roadside.
Baguio air is cool in the morning but it was nearing noontime so it was getting warmer. And for a pekingese like me, my thick coat couldn’t stand room temperature. I need an airconditioner or else…
With haste, Ninang carried me and motioned to my mommy to carry Tisoy. We had no choice but to leave the van to the car of Ninong and Doc and Tita Meanne.
Together with the kids, we boarded the first bus that came along. We were fortunate that the bus conductor initially thought that we were babies wrapped in blankets.
It was a natural reaction for the passengers to look at us. Good thing that Tisoy didn’t bark at the passengers. Another good thing was that Tisoy had controlled his tear gas bomb. As for me, of course, I am used to being adored by strangers.
Upon reaching the bus terminal, we immediately hailed a cab. Unlike in Manila, Baguio taxi drivers are accommodating and polite, giving me a feeling that they liked dogs.
In the vacation house, we were free to roam the expanse of the living room. Since it was our second time there, I already knew the refreshing feeling of the cool wooden floor. However, the cold nights made me shiver because Baguio is coldest in January.
Last year we enjoyed the parks but this year we couldn’t stroll anymore. There is an ordinance prohibiting pets in Baguio parks. With restaurants, we are used to having our meal in the parking area.
And since the van was not repaired on time, we had to charter a vehicle. The 6,500 pesos we paid for the rented van was not really expensive considering the smooth ride home.
When travelling, pets should have clothes for cold weather, mat and blanket for sleeping, enough food and other paraphernalia. And after passing the test for motion sickness then be ready, get pet, and go!
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