Anyway, as I was saying, they have golf clubs and cameras in the back room. And lots and lots of clothes. These are the same things they packed when they left me for three whole weeks last June. They told me they were going and would be back, but I didn't believe them. I didn't believe that they would leave me. And when they did. I didn't believe they were coming back. But they did, but it was a long long time. I had fun with Kelley but I missed my Mom and Dad.
This time they keep telling me not to worry. I am going too. Going where? I can't play golf. Why would they take me too? I don't believe them. I think they are going away, and this time it's for a REALLLLLLLY long time. They just don't want me to worry. That's what it is!
But tonight, Mom put my doggie bed in the kitchen. They're going to send me somewhere else, while they go away! They can't do that. I won't go. I'm going to sit on my doggie bed so they can't move it. That's what I'll do.
OK, Mom, just try to get this bed out of the house. I'm not budging. And if I don't budge, then you can't send my bed away, and you can't leave me again.
But what does my mom do? She just laughs at me and takes pictures. Doesn't she know I really mean it? This bed is going nowhere. I don't care what she does, I can stay here all day and all night. And I will. Take that, Mom & Dad. Now you can't go anywhere either.
Please send an email and tell my mom and dad not to go away from me again,
G (to be continued....)
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