She RAN into the house. She even jumped into the car as quick as she could when we were leaving. Even though I think she was fine where we were staying, she likes our own house.
And she got really excited when we pulled into the neighborhood. She knows where home is.
That’s one of the reasons why I would probably decide against a move, as sick as I am of the hurricanes, the insufferable summers, 10 inches of rain per month for 6 months out of the year, etc.
I will say, it was a bit difficult to drive with her. She’s never taken this long of a ride and when we go places I usually have to hold her while someone else drives.
And I don’t like her being in the front seat either. The airbags would probably kill her if they went off. A minor accident could turn tragic if the airbag goes off over a minor collision. So I try to make her stay in the back seat in her little bed that she likes when I’m driving.