Fear of Driving

If dogs could pray, I'd be doing that every time we got in a car. I don't know what it is, maybe a flashback to a bad past life experience, but I always resist getting in the car with her. I know most dogs, love car rides, but I don't. Once in the car, I'm usually gasping for breath looking out the passenger side window until I make my way over to her. Once I am laying across her lap, either holding onto her leg or holding onto the door handle, I'm okay. I feel more secure and protected. Of course, occasionally I look up and out the window and wonder are we there yet? She always has a way of making me feel better, by patting me on the head, and telling me it's okay, we'll be there soon.