Dave and Dawn wanted to keep one of the puppies, and offered one to me. They knew that having a dog would be good for me. I spent a long time agonizing over the decision, looking ahead 13 years as I always do.
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Blanca came home with me in the most embarrassing way- in a cat carrier. It was a rough 15 miles from Jacona to Los Alamos- the poor little girl turned out to be prone to car-sickness. She started out afraid of the car- a bad thing, since we had many miles ahead of us. We had a few bad trips, and a few that were made bearable by a bit of Ace, until finally she was able to ride without incident on all but the twistiest mountain roads. (It may sound crazy, but as part of the cure I'd sit in the car with her, in the driveway, listening to the radio, petting her, and giving her treats. I guess it worked, 'cause she lost her fear of the car.)(I only did that under cover of darkness, by the way.)
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For the rest of her life, people would comment on how good she was in the car, how she'd just curl up in back and be quiet the whole time. Well, that wasn't good behavior- it was nausea.