Something strange is going on.
The dog eating machine has been working overtime the last couple of days as Mom and Dad – in a flurry of activity totally unlike their usual selves – as the treasure-trove of fur balls Catie and I carefully tucked away in the house were hunted out.
There are open suitcases on the beds.
Mom’s got that crazed look in her eyes she gets when she’s stressed. Her hair is sticking out every which way. Mom’s been obsessing about hurricanes.
This is not good. We don’t get hurricanes in the prairies.
It takes me a while to figure it all out. There’s been a lot of talk about our human sister’s wedding. There’s been a lot of talk about Cuba. I thought at first they were talking about one of the world’s best actors until I realized there were referring to a place.
“Dude, you and Catie can’t come,” Mom says. She gives us extra cookies.
I’ve scoped out Cuba on the internet while Mom’s been crazy with packing and housework. Beaches. Water. I see no reason Catie and I can’t come so we get dressed in our beach gear.
COME ON MOM! WE’VE GOTTA GO BEFORE MY PANTS FALL OFF!
Mom feels sad but she tells us it’s only for a week. We’re off this morning to a kennel-free kennel where my pre-vet cousin works and I won’t have access to a computer for a little while.
Since we can’t be at the wedding, Catie wants me to post a picture of her with the bride-to-be.
Since I won’t be writing for a bit, here’s a a pic of ME!
Have a great week everyone!
