I’ve had a lot of time to think while I’m here and I thought maybe I’d tell you why my person takes me to the dog hotel when she leaves. I mean, it was one little incident and you’d think she’d get over it by now.
A dog named Lucky used to come over and visit us when his people went out of town. Lucky and I got along fine and my person would take us on walks together. So far, so good.
Well, one day my person decided to leave and she took me over to Lucky’s house. At my house my person has my tricks all figured out and she knows how to keep me from doing some really bad stuff, but here I was in another house. Time for an adventure. Let’s see what I can get into.
Lucky’s person thought she had the door to the garage closed and it was closed good enough to keep most dogs out – but not me. And that’s where she kept the dog food. Did I say kept? Yeah, that’s what I meant because by the time I got through with it there wasn’t much left. And then I couldn’t help myself. There was too much to hold until someone would let me out. Sorry.
I think Lucky’s person really had enough when I ran out the door and she had trouble catching me. Once I’m free I don’t like to get caught right away.
I only got to go to Lucky’s house once after that and my person came too. Lucky and I were in the backyard and our people were somewhere else so I jumped the fence to go find my person. She took me home and I’ve never been back since. So here I am at the dog hotel. Happy Thanksgiving.