
I’m stuck at the dog hotel and I take no responsibility for what’s posted here.
Hey everybody, this is Scratchy. Bongo’s not here, so I’m taking over his blog. He’ll never know.
It’s really kind of quiet here with everybody gone. Just me and the frog, which would be a good thing if I could get to that frog – but he’s in the bathroom and the door is shut.
I’m missing my person – and don’t you ever tell him, but I’m missing Bongo too. He kind of livens up the place.
I’ve been trying to come up with some new things to pass the time until everyone comes home again. It’s kind of hard to do that, but I did find a new place to hang out. My person never uses this thing much when she is here. I guess that’s because she spends way too much time on the computer.
It’s not really all that comfortable here, but it does give me a good view out the window.

Whoa! What’s happening? My mind is playing strange tricks on me. I just had visions of Bongo trying to get up here with me.

Maybe I’d better go back to hanging out on the couch. I don’t think I really meant it about missing Bongo.
It is so nice and peaceful here.

Scratchy