The last time I posted, I told you about my prison vacation. Well, I think my pop likes playing with my dog mind because last Friday at about the same time of the evening, mom and pop ask me if I want to go for a ride. Of course I do, I am a dog and I get excited when I get to do the things I really like.
Going for a ride is always something I do as soon as I even sense I have a chance to go. Anyway, I ran out to the truck like I always do, you know I have to be first in everything including getting into the truck. That is all cool, but when Buddy came along, I knew something was up. You see, Buddy doesn't like to go for rides, he usually gets sick. He is very patient and just waits at home when I go.
So, we take off and now we are going the same way as we did when I went to the prison. Come on, this can't be happening again, I am thinking to myself. Now my tail isn't wagging, I am not the happy dog I usually am because I think I have been duped again.
We are getting closer to the place and I am getting nervous, all of a sudden I see the prison, but guess what, we pass the exit. I am now relieved. I still don't understand why Buddy is with us in the car. The only other time he goes with me is.......... oh I get, we must be going to the groomer.
OK, this time I am glad to go, because I know I am not doing time there, it is only a few hours. We pull in to Petsmart and I am finally relieved, yes it is the groomers. Below are my before and after pics. Somehow Buddy's got misplaced, but it still is really about me anyway.
Me Before the groomer - I look pretty cool here don't I?
Me after
Anyway, I made it out of the groomer and got back home, but that was a close call.
Bye for now
