Zack is RV-Traumatized.
He’d rather sit on a wet blanket in the rain than get in our Evil Beast on Wheels.
“I may be wet, but at least I’m safer out here.”
Herky Jerky Doom
For a couple weeks, Zack & Zoe enjoyed little dog RV excursions. Cruising around town, sometimes joined by friends for rides to the beach.
But that was Before.
Before we did our first overnighter at the Salt Creek Clallam County park on the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
Everything was fine until I initiated the automatic leveling system with the dogs still inside the RV with me.
At the push of a button, The Beast RV started herking and jerking as it sent jacks down to the ground to level out the mobile home.
Zack was concerned at this point, but not too upset. Yet.
Then I pushed a button to slide the dining area out to create more floor space. Now that was just down-right freaky.
But what sent Zack over the edge was the water pump. When I turned on the kitchen faucet it sent screechy-gurgly noise through the walls that was surely a precursor to doom!
Zack could not get outside fast enough. (Zoe seemed more curious about Zack’s jumping around than anything else.)
Off the Ground
After we escaped down the steps of the motorhome, I saw the front wheels were off the ground! OK, that made me nervous, but I knew better than to tell Zack.
I sat calmly to contemplate the situation.
Then I realized one of the leveling jacks in back did not make it all the way to the ground.
I didn’t tell Zack about the errant jack, either.
But I did start imaging The Beast getting loose in the middle of the night to roll down the hill, crushing campers on its way to the Strait.
I re-read the manual and fixed the jack issue.
And learned that it’s ok if the front wheels are off the ground (as long as the back wheels are firmly set because that’s where the parking brakes are.)
Ups and Downs
I’m glad the RV wasn’t going roll down hill and kill people.
But I am sad I didn’t handle Zack’s herky-jerky Beast fears very well. First of all, I should have eased Zack into the leveling jacks idea (like, lower them when he’s at a distance, not actually IN the RV the first time.)
I’m scared I ruined Zack for life. Traumatized him enough to make getting into The Beast RV an every-time ordeal.
I realize I may be projecting my own fears and sense of franticness onto my dog.
The idea that I’m going to leave on our big Perimeter Trip in two short weeks makes me feel queasy. Not only is my to-do list truly daunting, but I’m still scared about what I’ll run into during our journey. What if:
- A dog get hurt or lost?
- I regret not getting dog booties? (to protect from rough terrain and hot blacktop)
- Loose dogs plague us? (only last night we were charged by a leash-less pug … yes, by a pug … so Zack redirected his bite to the closest thing, my knee. Hate that.)
- The dogs hate me for taking them away from their yard where they run and tumble to their hearts’ delight?
And, will Zack be RV de-traumatized before it’s time to leave?
Sometimes I wish my dog and RV handling learning-curve wasn’t at the expense of Zack & Zoe.
Balanced with Excitement
Even with my pile of concerns and doubts, I’m getting pretty darn excited! I gaze at the U.S. map and wonder that I have this incredible opportunity to unwrap so many miles along with my beloved dogs, learning more along the way than I’ll ever know.