I’m mad at my Mama.
For months she’s been promising me a l-o-n-g ride in the car.
‘We’ll put you in your crate,’ she said. ‘And go on vacation. All the way to Mississippi. You remember.’
Yes, I do. But nothing has happened.
I’ve been waiting to see the suitcases come out. Waiting for her to pack my food and toys.
But it’s been a long time and nothing has happened.
Oh, she took off. Went to visit The Kid (Domer, you know) in the Land of the North.
But did she take me along?
No, she did not. I got stuck at the kennel.
Finally the other day, she strapped on my leash and said we were going for a ride in the car!
She opened the car door and put me in.
Where’s my crate, I wondered. And my food. And my toys.
Mama always packs my favorite toys.
No matter. I had the entire back seat to myself, and we were going on vacation.
Or so I thought.
Too soon, we stopped, she got out, scooped me up and took me inside.
To my VET’s office.
What was she thinking?? That’s not a long ride in the car.
Nor is it vacation.
They put me on the scale, trying to see how my ‘diet’ was coming along.
Well, I showed them — I’d lost another whole pound!
Take that, fat.
Don’t you think I was owed a car ride after such indignity?
She started driving again and this time, we went a few miles south of town to pick up some apples, fresh from the trees.
Now I love me an apple, but riding to the orchard isn’t vacation.
Nor is it a long ride in the car, like she promised.
Mama needs a rest, I can tell. And so do I.
So what do I have to do to get her to pack some suitcases and make good on that promise??