The only places Indy doesn't come with me, are friends houses where I know their dogs and her would get into it.
Otherwise, she goes everywhere. Vacation with the SO? Ozzy and Indy came with, two years in a row, and we had the BEST time on the beach with them. It was so much more fun and relaxing than the previous year where we didn't bring anyone.
Indy ROCKS at party scene, she schmoozes everyone if I'm comfortable enough to let her off to mingle, everyone loves her because she's super well behaved, and is a riot of a dog. Harrison will get there eventually as well.
All of my friends know I usually show up with a dog (or two now) in tow, and Indy is so well traveled (to CO and back twice in a car, she's flown on places, been on every kind of transportation, including boats, and she just rocks it) that she can go anywhere and is immediately at ease and comfortable. I couldn't ask for a better companion.
Sure, sometimes we'll leave them at the house if we're going out to dinner together, but since she's my SD, half the time she gets left is because SHE'S tired and needs the break, not that I don't want her with me.
If I travel ANYWHERE without her, I feel worse by the second day and it just goes downhill from there. She endeared herself to my aunt when we flew up there in PA and my uncle tried to keep her. He's always wanted a GSD and then I show up with a Dutch Shepherd, lol, and we had a long conversation about different types of Shepherds, and in the end he was poking fun of my saying he was just going to keep Indy since she was already in love with him (the man carries around dehydrated sweet potatoes for his dogs) and saying she liked him best anyway, and was already trained as a Service Dog lol (he's disabled)
I'm hoping Harrison will follow in her footprints, and do a few of the things it's not in her nature to do. Then I'll travel with TWO dogs everywhere lol.
The last half of my trip home this time from CO I had Harry and Indy with me, and I never felt more secure, even with an idiot six month old Malinois flailing at the end of the leash, people get the hell out of the way for a dark faced prick eared dog that looks like it wants nothing more than to break loose and cause havoc (which he did, with abandon, in the hotel room. He came right in and jumped onto the table
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In short, Love Me, Love My Dogs. Invite Me, Expect My Dogs. Dogs aren't invited? I can't make it.