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I'm a Spaniel and I have issues

Oh, I forgot to mention:

While I was in the city, I ate a whole bag of chocolate chip cookies. They're lucky I didn't r e a l l y get sick. So the guy got a tetnus shot, I was traumatized for life! Kidding, I really am sorry for the bite, and that's all.

Next day my mom came and rescued me. She brought my soft re-cycled leather jacket and my regular cookies. I was so happy to see her, I almost peed on the floor. Good thing I didn't, those kids would have thrown me out the 14th floor window.

As I walked to the car lot I felt so relieved to be back with the one person who would never hold anything against me. She knows how tough it's been for me. As a bonus we stopped at a pub on the way. Everyone stopped and petted me and said how cute I looked in my jacket. I was on a porch and watching all the citi-dogs passing by. It ended well. And, I really love my sister, but she'll have to come visit. No more city for me!

City Life is No Day at the Beach!

Oh, I thought It would be a great day. I got to go in the car with my human-sister. I went for a long ride. Then, she parks the car. I'm not anywhere near my house. We get out of the car, I panic as usual on the end of the leash, and wouldn't you know it my collar comes off! There I am in a very busy city. So, I freeze. She re-attaches my lead and we're off again. I'm so excited, cars everywhere, noise, new smells, lots of people, I can't believe it! I wonder where I'm going.
We walk a good distance. Then we enter a fancy building, go into an elevator. I'm shaking all over, not sure what an elevator is. And then the door opens, we walk a short distance and we enter a big apartment. O.K. so I'm visiting, right? Time passes, and I have accidents (that's right - more than once ), the plural form, multiple accidents. They really were accidents! What was I supposed to do? Where is the back yard here anyway? Everybody's mad at me. I think I' ll go hide. So, I try to get away and go under a bed. How am I supposed to know it is the wrong bed? I just know that they can't see me here. And I want to go home. NOW. Oh no, someone is trying to get my collar, get away I growl, get back, don't touch me. And then I did it. I bit that hand. But, I'm not coming out from under the bed. I can't believe it, they're taking the bed apart. I can't get away from them.
Oh, human-sister is home. Maybe she'll take me home. Oh, no, she is just as mad as everyone else. "He did what?! You bit my roommate? Bad Dog"