I’m stuck at the dog hotel and I take no responsibility for what’s posted here.
This is the third time this has happened this year.
No, I didn’t run away and get put in dog jail, but sometimes it feels the same.
Like I’m locked behind bars.
But my person keeps bringing me here and then leaves.
It’s not fair.
It’s totally not fair.
My person should never be allowed to go anywhere without me. That’s just not right.
If she’s going on vacation I should be able to go along. This dog hotel isn’t anything like a vacation.
Same old scenery. It’s not even as good as my trails.
Oh, wait. I think my person said something about driving all day long through the desert.
And she said it’s going to be even hotter than my trails have been lately.
And my only options would be to hang out in the car for a long, long time – or to get out in the hot, hot desert where the sand would probably burn through the pads on my paws.
So don’t tell my person that I have some really cool friends at this dog hotel.
And one of them really plays with me a lot.
I don’t want my person to think I’m having any fun here while she’s roasting in the desert.
Because next time she leaves she might be going to a place that I want to go.
Like swimming or something.
And I didn’t tell my person this, but I saved up some of my adventures so while I’m in the dog hotel I can still pretend I’m out having adventures on my trails, and I can share them with you.
Got to go now.
I think one of my friends wants to play.
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