April 22nd 2013 12:49 pm
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The other day, it was time to go play at the ball field, so we got into our red traveling den, but it didn't want to start.
I was worried that I wasn't going to get to chase the tennis ball, but finally, it started and my person made the choice to risk going to the park. I played and played and had a great time, but I could tell that my person was not quite as focused as usual.
When it was time to go home, the traveling den would not start! I panted happily to set the tone as my person tried again and again and finally, got the traveling den started. We got home and I had my breakfast.
My person could not let this go on. The next day, she suited me up, and we drove our den to the car repair place. This was a huge place where there were many screeching loud noises and new people to admire me. They took our den away and we waited.
We were there for a long, long, long time. I took ... a lot of naps. There were children running around. Secretly, I wished they could have played with me. They wished that too, but their parents knew not to let them.
A veteran came over to talk to my person about the dog that was in his unit in Iraq. He said I reminded him of that dog. If he had asked, my person would have let him pet me.
Finally, after the sun had made us move across the room to avoid the heat, our traveling den was fixed and ready for us to take home.
The staff took our picture in front of our den before we drove home. I have new fans!
Now we can go to the park again!
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yay for getting the den fixed.. Imagine the car would have given up on you before the ball play - oh my, that would have been awful.
Happy woofs, Chief and sonja