Willow had her first extended car ride this weekend and I'd say we had mixed results with it. We went north to spend Mother's Day with my wife's parents, both well into their nineties. On the way up, getting out of town was a lot of stop and go. She was a bit distressed, happy enough if we were rolling on smooth pavement but she'd bark at every bump and when it started to rain she would bark every time the windshield wipers squeaked. It wasn't lots but enough to put a little edge into the driving experience but once we were well away from the city and on smooth highway she fell asleep in her crate. We made our first stop after about two hours and although we walked her about she didn't want to do her business there. I even set up the ex-pen but she would not go. I offered water but she wasn't interested. I wasn't too worried at that point. When we hopped back in the van and got underway she settled fairly quickly, only voicing her displeasure if the roadway was bumpy. After a couple more hours we arrived at my wife's parents' house. My son took Willow around the block while we brought in our luggage and her things. She didn't pee. My son brought Willow in and she was over the moon with enthusiasm meeting my wife's parents. She crawled right up in their laps, as they were in recliners, and I had to reign in her frantic greetings with some treats to come to me and stay a bit. By the time bedtime came around, I'd only managed to encourage Willow to take the smallest of drinks. Multiple trips to her ex-pen didn't produce anything. The next morning she finally peed, like a dam burst, and I thought the water troubles over but... the grandparents kept their gas fireplace roaring the whole time and it was way too hot for anyone but the really elderly. Willow was panting a lot so I made sure to get her out into the cool and offered her water which she was taking. She didn't pee all day, not on any walk, not in the ex-pen. It became pretty obvious that she wasn't going because the panting was dehydrating her. I increased the number of times I offered ice cold water and she drank each time. In the evening she went on a few walks and managed to pee each time so holding her water dish while she drank seemed to work well. I was pretty worried for a while though. On the big plus side, she handled being in a new place well and really turned on the charm for the grandparents, cuddling with them every chance she got and running through all her tricks and commands. She did the usual sit, down, stay, come and added in high five and roll over for good measure. They also got a kick out of her tackling her two food puzzles with ruthless efficiency. On the drive home, Willow refused to pee when we stopped. We tried a couple of different venues for her to no avail. It's not like she was frightened at the stops, she walked around sniffing, she ate her dinner and drank a normal amount after eating and hopped back into the van to continue. Once home she slipped back into routine without missing a beat. When we got home she peed the moment she got in her ex-pen and then went normally on command the rest of the night and this morning. She got noticed on her walks too. One chap driving by slowed right down to get a good look at her and had a big grin as he gave a thumbs up before driving away. The people we met on the street and trails commented on her too. I'm pretty sure Willow loved everything except for the drive to get to this small town. So, for you seasoned Sheltie travelers, does anything like this happen to you?