I was bummed that I did NOT get to go to Auntie Marjorie’s house. I wanted to play with my cousins Bliss, AKA the little polar bear dog that never stops licking, and Reeses, AKA the barker dog who always wants to be petted.
Although they are MUCH smaller than me, I knew we’d have fun terrorizing Aunt Marjorie’s clean house and upsetting all the furniture and antiques she so nicely places on all her furniture.
I saw Mom and Dad packing my things, but then overheard them saying something about me going to the country (??) What is that about? Then I heard them saying I would not do well in the cargo and going to NJ may be a bit much for my anxiety level. That may be true but why can’t I sit in the plane with them? I deserve to have a ticket since I am an important part of this family, aren’t I?
Anyway, this big white van came to pick me up and off to the country I went. I got to play with other dogs, and discovered some other animals I did not know about – I overheard the lady Julie calling them chickens, and horses. I played in lots of areas around the farm and then had my own bed at night. Mom and Dad sent my own little blanket so I would not get too homesick.
I came home tired from all the play, and am so happy to be home in my own bed. I need Mom to cover me up if the covers come off in the middle of the night.
Hopefully one day I’ll get to meet Aunt Marjorie, Bliss and Reeses but for now a cross-country flight may be more than my puppyness can handle. Maybe Aunt Marjorie will have to come to California to meet me since she won’t have to sit in cargo like me. Life’s just not fair sometimes….