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How to exhaust an energetic Pomeranian

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By Robert Villanueva

 How do you tire out a Pomeranian that is essentially a ball of energy wrapped in fur?

My girlfriend, Rebecca Ricks, and I have had limited success answering that question. But we’ve discovered one way this past weekend.

That was when we made an annual camping and fishing trip to Land Between the Lakes in western Kentucky. We’ve been going there for years, sometimes twice in one year.

The funny thing is this is not the first time Tybalt, the younger of our two Pomeranians, went with us. It’s just that last year I don’t recall him being as tired.

I think it has to do with his learning curve.

You see, it hasn’t been until recently that he’s come to associate the car with an exciting adventure, and that constant state of excitement expends a lot of energy. It probably has more to do with the fact that lately I’ve begun taking him and our other Pomeranian, Nanook, along on more car rides, both distant and short errands.

Nanook, who turned 17 in April, is at the point where, even though he is visibly pleased to join us for a ride in the car, it’s not going to cause him to go into fits of hyperactivity like it is Tybalt. For Nanook, it’s kind of a “been there, done that” proposition that’s nice but doesn’t require a lot of response.

Tybalt, on the other hand, decorates our back windows with smudges where he presses his nose against the glass. From the moment he realizes we’re heading toward the car — even if it is just because we will walk past it — he immediately begins wagging his tail and jumping up and down.

If we happen to open a car door to, for instance, retrieve something from a glove compartment, Tybalt is right there, trying to climb up the door frame and jump in. Any opportunity, you see, is fair game for Tybalt.

In fact, I once walked with Tybalt in tow to the trunk of the car to get something. As soon as I opened the trunk, Tybalt tried his best to climb up the bumper to jump in.

I suddenly had images of what the results of a Pomeranian mob hit might look like.

Our trip to Land Between the Lakes, I think, was the epitome of the newly-appreciated car adventure that Tybalt has come to love. The drive is about three hours just to reach the LBL area.

You would think such a ride would get kind of boring for a Pomeranian who is used to running around and creating chaos wherever he goes. But not so for Tybalt.

He spent the major portion of the ride looking out the window, which I kept closed and safety locked.

The fact that he can stand on his single back leg with his front paws on the door’s control console without any hint of unsteadiness is pretty remarkable. The fact that he has been known to frequently roll down his window partially unless I put on the child safety lock is amusing.

For a day and a half, Tybalt’s excitement level was off the charts as we drove the roads of LBL, which reach from the top of Kentucky and extend into Tennessee. He could hardly stand to be in our tent when we camped. He started showing signs of slowing down the second day.

By the time we arrived home late Sunday night, our ball of energy was a ball of exhaustion. In fact we didn’t see him most of Monday because he kept on slipping off somewhere to nap.

OK, so did I, but that’s a different story.

I’ve begun thinking that on those days when Tybalt’s unabashed energy runs rampant, I should suggest to Rebecca a trip to LBL.

Yeah, that’s it. I’d be going strictly to give Tybalt an exciting adventure, not to do all that fishing.

Robert Villanueva can be reached at rvillanueva@thenewsenterprise.com or (270) 505-1743.