Strange activity has been going on in my house. Stuff has been piling up in my living room. Stuff that usually stays in other parts of the house. I didn’t like it, but I figured I was safe because the suitcases weren’t coming out. When that happens I know I’m really in trouble.
Yesterday morning my younger person put all that stuff in his car. Then he left. A few minutes later my person got out my leash and told me to get in her car. Woo woo! We’re going for a ride. Where are we going? Swimming? The dog park?
The car stopped and I was ready to jump out when…
Wait a minute! This is the Dog Hotel! Turn around now. I don’t want to go here.
My person wouldn’t listen to me and she left me there.
Today my person came back for me. I’m home again now but my younger person is missing. I know he goes away sometimes, but this feels different. Like he’s gone for a long time.
My person says he went to a place called Ege and we can call him there.
You mean I can call Ege, but I can’t go there? Why not?
Come on person. I want to go to call Ege right now and tell my younger person to come back.