Vacation fun

 October 15, 2009

Hello fellow woofers and upright friends. As usual, I was right. Mom and dad and I went on vacation. My step-sisters didn’t get to go (yahoo!). We went to a motel in Chicago where I had my own big bed to sleep in, and, as usual, got scrambled eggs for breakfast. I was a very good girl and didn’t bark or leave poopy presents. Then we went to a cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. I liked going down to the lake and hanging out with my Mom and we even went on an old pontoon boat. It wasn’t as nice as my boat, but I still liked the ride. Later in the week we moved to a place called a bed and breakfast. Some bed I had to sleep in a kennel. I did get a good breakfast of leftovers from the night before.  Yummmm. I heard that my dad used to own the house a long time ago and that is the only reason why I was allowed to stay there. I don’t understand why they don’t allow dogs. Bud lives there, and he is a dog. At least I think Bud lives there and I think he is a dog. I never really saw him until the morning we were leaving, and, from across the yard he looked more like a hairy footstool. He’s something called a Puli. Ever heard of that, my fine furry friends? No, me either. Travelling was a lot of fun, especially all the new smells. There just isn’t enough time in the day to take them all in. It is still good to be home in my own kennel every night, drinking out of my own water bottle. “There’s no place like home.”

Lexi the travelling dog

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