About two weeks ago I decided that Bo had to go to a groomer in Flagstaff. I was going to drop him off in Petco and do my shopping while he was in there. The road to Flag was interesting, a part of the road had been washed away, which made driving it a tad more exciting than what I had wanted for the trip.
Bo hated his carrier and decided to make the best of it by falling asleep for most of the trip, which didn't work well until we got to the paved roads, that poor boy was bouncing everywhere, despite the fact I didn't go over 30 mph.
It took about three hours for me to reach Flagstaff. Bo, was uncontrollably hyper when he got to Petco, so many dogs, so many hours in the carrier, and so many food smells = disaster. People thought that he wasn't really my dog which was embarrassing to say the least. Bo has been very easy to control lately but when the dog is hyper, which is common for a spaniel to be, there is no control, there is the hyperactive mutt.
Once he claimed down shopping in Petco was easy. I walked around the store with him as he smelled stuff and happily went from one place to another. As I looked for toys for Angel, Bo climbed in with stuffed animal chew toys and excitedly started smelling them. Apparently he isn't the first dog who has jumped into the toys.
The groomer however wouldn't see Bo because I didn't know to bring papers with me that said he had his shots taken care of. That meant that the shopping trip was much slower than I had expected it to be. It also meant that I left Flagstaff much later than what I had wanted. Which meant driving back to Pinon in the dark.
Being dark and still not knowing the roads well, I decided to follow my GPS.
The GPS wanted me to go down a narrow road, since it was dark I was unable to find it. If you drive far enough away, the GPS has a way of switching where it wants you to go. So I drove away from that road, but no matter how far I drove the GPS kept leading me to that road and I couldn't see it for the life of me.
Finally I found the road. At night it was a very dangerous and confusing road, when I went back later during the day it wasn't that bad.
After a very bumpy area that had two large cement columns I came to a hill, near the top of the hill the road becomes pure sand. Sand has no traction, give me MUD over sand any day! My car was defeated, defeated by SAND! I called for help, it was 10:30.
My rescuers searched high and low and were convinced that they saw my hazard lights, in truth they were no where near me. Those hazard lights were really a radio tower.
Finally the Navajo Nation Police were called into the search and it was them that found me. The Fowles and Miss Miller then followed and having no choice due to the completely dead battery, we abandoned the car and went home. I had left Flagstaff when the sun was setting and I had gotten into Pinon when the sun was rising. I had not even been found until 4 am.
Being the desert, there isn't much heat at night. I was glad to have Bo there with me as he provided a good source of warmth and companionship. It has been about 15 years since anyone has used or maintained that road we got stuck on, so even people like Mr. Fowles who has lived here for ten years had no idea where I was at. Moral of the story, GPS works great in Flag but never trust it in Pinon.
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