Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Methinks I'm about to be ditched . . .

Lots of suspicious stuff's been happening:

Bad Sign #1: I overheard Mommy calling the vet's office about "Buddy coming in for a stay."
Bad Sign #2: Mommy and Daddy have been talking non-stop about "Orlando" and something called the "GCLS."
Bad Sign #3: They pulled out those big bags and have been stuffing their clothes in them.
Bad Sign #4: Mommy started getting my food and a couple of toys ready for my "stay," a/k/a prison sentence.

Again, I ask you, why can't *I* go on these trips?? I wouldn't be a problem on the plane. They wouldn't even have to shove me in a crate and put me in cargo. I'd sit dutifully by Mommy and Daddy. Granted, I might jog up to where the flight attendants have the snacks to, um, see what might be available. But that's all!

I did my best to deter Daddy from leaving. She left the suitcase open in the den and I took out a pair of her socks one by one when she wasn't looking. Not that I was being subtle or anything. She fussed at me, but I think I made my point.

Well, I hope they have a good time because I sure as heck won't while they're gone. They'd better suck up to me BIG time when they get back. I think this calls for a couple of extra treats, a new peanut-butter basted bone, and 5,432 ear rubs. And don't think I won't cash in on it when they bring me home.