Woof ~ Travel

I am writing this for Mom because she is tired from traveling this week. Well, I'll have you know that I am tired, too. It was not a fun week at ALL.

First of all I was stuck in that prison Mom calls a "crate" during each of the two 6.5 hour (!!!) car rides. "For my safety" she says. Huh. Anyway, along with suffering through my captivity, I had to endure spending long hours with a silly beast called a Shih Tzu who resented my very presence. Can you believe it -- resenting ME?? So I had to put him in his place every once in a while, like when he tried to cuddle with Mom. I am a sweet Shiba but I can only tolerate so much. Also I had to sit and watch my people float around in a huge drinking bowl of water that smelled funky, and whenever I tasted it my people laughed. Yes, they LAUGHED at me. How humiliating.

So, I glared at Mom allllll the way home today. I showed her my great displeasure by looking miserable, flopping around my prison, whining pitifully when I felt ignored, and sticking my paws through the slots. "Dramatic", Mom said. "Victim" was what I was thinking.

This is that Shih Tzu I was referring to.

I mean REALLY??