Write about something that involves the phrase or concept of: are we there yet?
No internet Monday night, so I'm putting this up on Tuesday.
Tuesday's haiku prompt coming shortly.
Max does not enjoy long car trips.
I can't say I blame him; I don't really like being in the care for extended periods of time either. He, however, reaches his limit far, far sooner than I do.
Leaving Osoyoos Monday morning, we'd been very clear with him that we were heading for Vancouver which was a long way away. Like five or six hours door to door, including a stop for lunch. And that we had a big drive ahead of us. And we were going to drive for a long time, stop for lunch, and then drive some more before we reached Kat's aunt's house.
Even with all that, I knew not to expect him to really, really get it. But I was hoping for a little better than what we got.
Which was the following, about ten minutes after leaving Osoyoos behind: Are we there yet?
It was actually okay until the last hour or so, when he really lost it. Thankfully he fell asleep shortly after that and didn't wake up until we were almost there.