Thursday, November 6, 2014
Gypsy Jabbers: Visiting Dad
That lady who feeds me put me in the car, without Tucker. At first I was a bit nervous, thinking we might be going to that place that smells terrible and where I get shots.
But we passed by that stinky place and kept driving.
I became curious and more curiouser about where we were going.
We went into a huge building.
Then we went into a small room with doors
that opened and closed all by themselves.
I wasn't happy with the way my tummy felt
when I was in that tiny room with the funny doors.
We went around a corner and down a long hall.
There were all kinds of interesting smells.
I could smell a cat behind one door.
There was a dog behind another door.
She barked at me.
Then we went into a place where there was
a man called, "Dad".
Me and "Dad" talked a bit.
We had a fine visit.
I hope I can go back and visit "Dad" again!
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