I KNOW I’m not the only guy whose wife won’t leave town without the faithful family pooch tucked snugly in the custom back seat cover for dogs in the Jeep? A while back the wife and I decided we would take a trip across the great state of Florida and see some family on the opposite coast. We would spend a few days and then head on back. Simple, right? No. Seeing as how we have no kids there isn’t much to worry about when traveling you might think. One couldn’t be further from the truth. You see, a few years back my wife and I lost a very close member of our family. His name was Bubba.
Bubba was a 60 pound black lab that we rescued. Bubba was the most bubbly little personality of a pup that any one family could ask for. He quickly grew into our routine and became an inseparable part of our family. Bubba (or the Bubster as my wife so eloquently referred to him as) went everywhere with us. Again tucked snugly into his Semi-Custom Rear Seat Protector from Covercraft, off to the grocery we went; Bubba sporting his infamous “service dog” in training vest. Was he a “service dog in training” you ask? Most definitely not. He was however our best pal that we wanted to experience all of our excursions with us even down to the simple grocery store run. Bubster quickly became known around our small town and thus was welcome at most of the establishments we frequented.
One fall day we were laying around on the couch loathing the half yard of leaves that we’d raked and trying to gamble our way out of raking the other half. We discussed how maybe, just maybe if we leave them long enough that a good blustery wind would take them and make them our neighbors responsibility. Alas, back to raking we went. Later that evening while tussling around with bubba on the kitchen floor we noticed that a small spot on his face above his eye looked swollen. We quickly diagnosed it as a bee sting from the yard activities of the day and dismissed it and move on with our evening. Fast forward a couple of days and the swelling had significantly worsened so, off to the vet we go to see what this little fur ball could have possible gotten into. A few follow up visits later we came home with the disheartening news that our baby boy had an inoperable tumor on his skull above his left eye. Our world was dim to say the least. So, keeping our chins up we gave our baby boy the best care we could until the tumor came to a point where we knew it was his time to go. December 23rd, yes, two days before Christmas we took our Bubster for his last ride in the car to the vets office.
That day and the following few days were some hard times and not quite our favorite Christmas Day on record to say the least. The house was a lot quieter when we came home. No one rushing to the door to plow us over and give us all of his love and affection. That was the toughest part. It wasn’t but a few weeks that had passed and we found our conversations drifting further and further toward the possibility of finding another four legged family member to bring home. Off to google we went. Two or three evenings later there we were, in the car, headed to a lovely lady house where there were a brand new litter of black lab snuggles to be had. And that I had. A lot of. Fast forward three weeks and our car is filled with puppy toys and the smallest collar the pet store had and we’re on our way to pick up the newest member of our family “Drake” and he quickly made his home in Bubba's old dog car seat cover.
As the months wore on, Drake grew into being just as big a part of our home as Bubba ever was. In fact, I think Drake likes the checker at the grocery store a little better than Bubba did. (She’s not a dog person).
So now we find ourselves headed out. Drake, tucked snugly in his custom seat covers for dogs. What the road holds ahead only the dog may know.
An Article by Dog Lover, Ryan Anthony