I told mama it’s been far too long since I’ve had my say in this spot, but she didn’t seem concerned. Probably too busy thinking of far-away places and good times … without me.
I’ll show her. I know the password, and I’ve got things to say.
A while back, I started getting a funny feeling that something was up.
I was sleeping at mama’s feet when I heard her talking to The Kid (AKA Domer) and making PLANS.
Something about a football game. And a train. And loads of fun.
Well, suitcases are the most definite sign someone’s going away, and all us dogs know that; however, mama kept hers tucked away. She’s sneaky like that.
It was when I noticed her packing my food that I knew somebody was going somewhere, and it was me!
I love traveling. Vacations. Adventures.
I could hardly contain my excitement. Perhaps we’re going to the beach, I thought. Or that long road trip to the warm southland, where sea salt fills the air, and fresh doughnuts are right around the corner….
Then mama deflated my balloon. ‘You’re going to the Fat Farm for a few days,’ she said.
Fat Farm? Well, okay, if food is involved, I’m all in.
‘You’re going to get pretty and sweet-smelling, too,’ she said.
Uh-oh. Sounds like a grooming, which I don’t mind so much, but I’d rather mama do it because then I get treats for good behavior.
Anyway, the day came when mama put me, my food, and my treats into the car and drove us to the kennel.
You heard that right — kennel.
‘What’s going on, mama? I thought we were headed to the Fat Farm.’
‘We are. You need to lose a few pounds, and this is the best place for doing that.’
Fat Farm. Huh.
I ask you — who abandons their beloved friend and protector to a steel cage for a few days just so they lose a couple of extra pounds??