Dogs can travel on the metro, but they need to have a soft muzzle. So, I did my duty, and bought a soft muzzle for India. Most of the dogs you see on the metro just have the muzzle around their necks and not actually secured to their faces, so I followed suit. With her muzzle on, we walked to the stairs that descend into the metro. India stopped cold and clamped her nails into the concrete. She was not going down.
So, we walked her over to the elevator that is available to people (and in this case, pets, who need it) and waited for it to arrive. Again, she tried clawing the concrete and I tried dragging her into the metal box. Eventually, I pulled her over the metal threshold and she was on her way down.
With some maneuvering (i.e. pulling, prodding and bribing), we got India to the platform. While waiting for the train to arrive, we talked out what we might have to do to get her on the train. When the train arrived, we went with Plan B which meant Bucky picked India up and plopped her on the train. I am sure all of the Spaniards thought we were nuts. She hid under the seats the entire ride and when we finally arrived at our stop, she darted off of the train and sprung up the steps to the daylight.
We walked about 10 minutes or so to the beach and she was in heaven. I feel sure that the metro trip faded from her memory the minute she put her paws in the sand. Little did she know, we had to get home, but we didn't worry about that for a while and just enjoyed the beach, the water, and chasing the ball.
The ride home was less traumatic for everyone. Bucky didn't even have to pick her up this time to get on the train. India is adapting well to the city life although she loves her trips to the beach!!
 |
| India hiding under the seat and in between my feet. |
 |
| In heaven! |
 |
| With Lucie. |
 |
| With Bucky! |
No comments:
Post a Comment