My parents went away this weekend, and I wasn’t happy. For one thing, I wanted to go. I yelped. I ran around. I jumped on their luggage. I wanted to go wherever they were going. I bet it was awesome and fun and really glamorous.
My weekend was spent on the couch, on the bed, and on the floor. I snored. A lot. My Auntie Speedy kept me company, and I barked out our neighbors. I waited.
6 months or 6 minutes went by.
Until finally they returned!
Best day ever.
I really wanted to know where they went:
I asked a few questions:
I didn’t get an answer.