This was our second cross-country drive with our dog Jaxon in tow. Our first was when I moved two years ago. It took two grueling days and, to add to our stress, Jaxon decided that she would hold out on a bathroom break until we arrived in Austin. I almost hauled her to the vet for an IV, but after a carton of chicken broth and hours of patient coaxing, Jaxon finally let go.
This time, Jaxon was much less neurotic, but still very particular.
We thought she might like this quiet tree-lined street in Mobile, but she turned it down in favor of a grassy park that evening in New Orleans.
Here she is relaxing and settling in for an episode of True Blood at the New Orleans La Quinta.