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I dreaded the holidays. While everyone else was packing bags and getting excited to see family, I was staring at my car with a knot in my stomach. Jax is a 85 pound German Shepherd, and he is my world, but putting him in a vehicle was like putting a wild animal in a cage. The second he saw me grab my car keys, the screaming would start. It was not a bark. It was a high pitched, panicked shriek. Once inside the car, he would pace the back seat so violently the whole vehicle would rock. He would drool until the upholstery was soaked and claw at the windows until his paws bled. My vet told me it was a sensory overload. His brain simply could not process the movement, and he thought he was in a life or death situation every time the tires moved. I tried everything. I bought a 100 dollar car seat cover. I tried weighted vests. I even tried keeping him in a heavy duty crate, but he just ended up hurting his nose trying to bite through the metal bars. My family lives four hours away, and for three years, I stayed home alone on Christmas because I couldn't put Jax through that torture. I felt like a prisoner in my own house. Last month, I saw a post in a German Shepherd owners group about PawLax. A woman there said her dog used to jump out of moving windows until she tried this pheromone collar. She said it was like someone finally gave the dog a pair of noise cancelling headphones for his brain. I went to the site and saw they were giving the collar away for free as part of a promotion. I just had to pay for the shipping. When I saw how inexpensive it was, I ordered three immediately. The collar arrived two days before my next scheduled trip. I put it on Jax while he was eating dinner. He didn't even notice. An hour later, I grabbed my keys. Usually, this is when the screaming starts. Jax just looked up from his bone, wagged his tail once, and went back to chewing. My heart started racing. Was this actually happening? I opened the car door and whistled. He hopped right in. No panting. No shaking. I started the engine. He lay down. I drove around the block, then ten miles, then twenty. Silence. For the first time in five years, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my dog sleeping in the back seat instead of trying to tear the door panels off. We made it to my parents house for the weekend. I cried when I pulled into their driveway. Jax hopped out, stretched, and started playing in the yard like nothing had happened. This collar didn't just stop a bad behavior. It took away his terror. It gave us our freedom back. If you are struggling with a dog that panics in the car, please do not give up. Get this collar. It costs less than a tank of gas and it will change your life.