I went to a relative's mobile home for the weekend. I had a lot of anxiety about it:
First of all-my 2 year old golden retriever was going, and this was her first trip to another person's house.
Secondly--As a lot of you know-I have Cerebellar Ataxia (I have been becoming more and more physically handicapped since I was 17)
The trip was 3 hours. The dog was so good in the car-just stayed near my feet all the time.
When we got there I left one wheelchair at the bottom of the steps, climbed the steps, and used another wheelchair inside the house.(My older brother put the outside wheelchair away at night-the dog did not need to go out at night, and he said he would take her out in the morning.)
The first day, it was hard to climb the stairs-I almost fell twice, and the last day I fell backwards onto the steps. My brother took her out the first morning, but on the second morning- he got the wheelchair out so I could.
I had to sleep on a 3 inch mattress. It was fine the first night, but the second night I grabbed the wheelchair to get up and the arm rest came off and I fell on the mattress and the dog (The dog and I were not hurt).
It's hard to become handicapped.
I did have fun, though.
When I walked the dog in the mobile home park-I lifted my feet and let the dog run. FAST----FUN!!
And--I had fun seeing the relatives.