So this is what the dog house feels like....

Oh my, oh my, am I ever in trouble.  Dad is M>A>D at me!!  And the day had started out so grand.....

Dad had called me 'stinky' (this was the day before the grand beginning day) and Momma agreed, so she grabbed her computer and did a web search for dog self wash.  It was an unsuccessful search for this area.  But she did find a PetSmart with good reviews so they hopped in the truck and left 'stinky' me in my crate at home.  Now tell me, how am I supposed to get sweet smelling and gain a shiny coat when they leave without me?

Did I mention that I have nervous parents?  I mean, they are so careful with what I do, where I go, which rooms I am allowed in, and what I eat.  Well, add to the list, who gets to bathe me.  They went to check out the grooming facilities to make sure I would have a 'positive' experience.  Momma said they even stopped a customer and asked for a review report.  Well, I guess the groomers passed the test.  Dad and Momma came home with an appointment for me for the next morning.  

So now we are back to the day that began so grandly.  I was loaded up in the truck and off we went.  I was so excited that I could hardly walk as my butt was wiggling so hard.  Momma said we were a bit early so we wandered the store.  My what fantastic smells👃.  And then we got to the dog toy aisle.  I fell in love with this marvelous guy. He has a grand, low grunting squeaker and he just felt marvelous in my mouth.  Just look at him.  He almost tickles my mouth.

 Please, please can I take him home with me?  And then I got that standard response...maybe, if you're good.  

Hey, I'm ALWAYS good...at least in my eyes.  

Well, the gals in the grooming room greeted me with open arms and lots of strokes and I danced into the back room for my spa treatment.  'Go a head guys,  I'll have one of the gals call you when I'm finished with my transformation from stinky to sweet, gorgeous and silky soft.'

Well, I must have been a REAL good girl because there it was, waiting for me when I got back into the truck.  My newest favorite toy.  I was in LOVE.  I loved that thing from one end of the house to the other,  I massaged its back, its belly and then.....ooops....somehow the back leg just sort of came off in my mouth. 

Hey,  what's this stuff inside here?  I can almost see the squeaker that makes that grand, grunting sound that I have been entertaining my parents with ever since we got into the truck and I first wrapped my mouth around his fat body.  And then.....Dad saw what had happened.....and he was M>A>D.  He kept saying stuff like, 'What did you do?  You just got that!  You haven't even had it 24 hours!'  And then he took away my newest, bestest toy.  And that's when my grand day did a 180.  

I was feeling so good with my shiny, clean coat and my brand new toy and suddenly, all I was left with was my shiny, clean coat and a frowning, gruff speaking Dad.  Hey, I think it must have had a defect or something.  

I mean, here we are in Elkhart, Indiana staying in a marvelous rental house....a whole house with comfy furniture, washer, dryer, wi-fi, TV

and lush green grass for me to romp in

while our rig is in the service center for repairs.  Maybe, they sell defective items here.  After all, our home on wheels was defective and needs fixing.  

You really can't think I would do something like damage it on purpose.  Who me??  Would I do something like that??

I miss my toy......

I'm Chloe