My Dog loves my Truck

My Dog Loves My Truck

Maya is a mixed breed Poodle and Dachshund commonly referred to as a Doodle. She is a lively and overly anxious puppy 4 years old that lives to ride in the truck I own. She will jump with excitement and unlimited bouncing energy the moment I pick up my keys and jingle them as I put them in my pocket to hide them from her.

She dances around, jumping on the bed, couch or anything else that gives her the center of attention to have the leash clipped on her collar so she can go for that ride. Her paws beg me to take her outside by rapidly moving them in a groveling motion so I feel sorry for her and not leave her behind.

What can be so exciting for Maya to want to ride in the truck. Sure, she gets her own seat by the window and loves to see the world through the glass as I lower it down just a bit to give her a scent of where we are going. Sight and smell create a frizzle of emotions for this little twelve-pound puppy. It’s like a natural high for her to ride in the truck.

Sticking her small brown snoot through the window a little bit, she seems to enjoy the wind more than me as I ride with the window up and AC on. I can only image that the faster I drive, the higher her air-induced ecstasy is riding in the truck. I can only imagine what this does to her sensory capabilities and likely putting her in shock or overload like a mild dose of LSD would to a human.

On the other hand, it might just feel good and nothing else. I suspect it may be both. During long trips, I put a box in the back seat for her to sleep in. She rarely lays still enough to use the box but it is there is she gets tired.

Since riding in my truck has a sedating effect on her, it does calm her down eventually. I don’t let her hang her head outside the windows, I don’t worry about her eyes or getting her goggles. I want her to feel free and the window is always just high enough to where she cannot reach the top of the window to put her head outside but just enough to clear her nose.

Maya is like a wolf in many ways; she loves to roam wide open spaces and travel as far as her short stubby legs can take her. She likes going places, anywhere there is something to see, smell or hear that is different from the house.

She is indeed, quite an explorer. She knows those keys she hears jingling brings her good times and good things. It is a pure positive experience for her to enjoy for the rest of the day. Going somewhere is associated with a good day for the two of us.

It also seems this truck provides the two of us a bond that tweaks her energy, emotions and spirit. Given a choice between a long walk or a long ride, I speculate she might choose the truck for a long ride.

Beside a bond, it seems to give us a strong trust factor and my guess is that every time she rides the truck, she is in seventh heaven for dogs who love to ride with the window down a bit to smell the outside and see the new sights.

The only thing missing is food, during the rides, she does not want to eat; she appears to have no taste for food when riding until we hit the drive thru and order the hamburger she wants plain with no lettuce, pickle or ketchup on it.