Mommy’s had several more interviews, and I seem to be playing musical homes. Last week I stayed with some humans I’d never met before. Really, what is it about doggies that make them so interested in us? And now I’m back at my human grandmother’s house. I don’t know where my home is anymore.
Mommy thought it was “cute” to take pictures of me in full travel mode. These are me in my hated carrying cage.
This thing is really very uncomfortable. I was doing my best to try to get out of it.
That way didn’t work.
This one didn’t work either. I just had to sit and accept that this was happening.
I can’t wait for this ordeal to be over.