Kidnapped to Scottsdale, Arizona!

I was happy in St. Louis.  Going to the Dog Park, taking lots of walks, watching the world go by from my window upstairs.  Mom & Dad said I was "watching TV" when I sat and watched everything that went on in Clayton.  I could sit there for hours.

 

But then one day, in the middle of the night (OK it was 7:00 in the morning), I was spirited away in the back seat of the car.  I told them they missed the turn for the Dog Park, but they kept driving for hours and hours with me in the back seat.  I WAS NOT HAPPY!!

 

 

After 12 hours of this torture, they stopped at a Mexican place called LaQuinta.  Then they expected me to watch tennis after all that travel and tension.  The US Open Tennis was on, they said.  They must be crazy.  I was pooped!

 

 

The next day, we arrived at a strange house.  And you wouldn’t believe the back yard.  They call this stuff grass!  And they say the plants bite.  I don’t know.  I’m not getting close.

 

Last night we were holed up in the house because of the Monsoons.  Mom tried to coax me out, but I wouldn’t come.  Not shittin.  Not poopin.  Not goin.  No way!

 

 

But last night, I went outside with Mom and it was really pretty.  Maybe we can stay for a while longer.

 

 Love,  Guinness.