Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Gypsy Jabbers: Moving Boxes
That Dreaming lady took me for a ride, all by myself. I didn't have to share the back seat with Tucker. It was mine, all mine. First we went by that place that smells funny and has that lady in white who pokes me. I wasn't happy at all. We walked into the place and that Dreaming lady wouldn't even let me sniff the butt of a cute hound that was nervously waiting there. My lady took me over and had me step onto the piece of wiggly floor. I did it like a pro and even sat on command. The Dreaming lady said the wiggly floor is a scale and she was very happy on account of my losing 7 pounds. That bothered me a bit 'cause I don't remember losing anything. I mean, if something is missing it is usually 'cause I ate it. My lady gave me some scritches and said she would be feeding me a bit more dog food and a bit less green beans. Sounds good to me! We didn't even stay to see the smelly lady in the white coat. We went straight back to the car. Now, that's the kinda visit I like! Well, except I didn't get any doggie treats. That woulda made it the best!
Next we drove to the building where that Dreaming lady has a dad. He fed me some treats, so,at least I got something! I think I shoulda gotten more on account of the losing thing.
We took a walk around the building. I had all kinds of admirers and I was really good. I didn't bark even one time - Tucker woulda made people very mad if he hadda been there on account of all the noise he makes!
When we were at the building visiting the Dad I hadda go into a funny, freaky box that moves. I don't understand it.
First, the shiny doors close all by themselves, with a whooshing noise.
Makes me worry about my tail. What if it squished me?!
Then, the Dreaming lady pushes a button.
I wonder how she knows which one to push?
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