My slaves spent all morning talking about something called "Eensquay," and I think that might be some kind of secret code for slaves. Just like "Aintray" and "Istersays." Anyway, they finally took me in the car and told me they are going to Queens. That got the tail wagging for sure. As soon as the car left the parkway, I knew I was back to my favorite borough of New York City. When people there see me they always say something dopy like "Aaawww, isn't he precious?" They don't know that I have super powers. Precious indeed. Anyway, it was a nice day so we spent lots of time in the yard in front of Young Slave's apartment. Then back to everyday life.
The slaves had been hinting for days that something major was about to happen. Then they brought up the dreaded suitcases from downstairs. This always means trouble. Then they woke me up in the middle of the night because they said they were going to someplace called Virginia. We drove and drove and drove for more than 50 dog hours. Then they finally checked us in to a motel room, and male slave was too tired to move. They took me to the store so they could buy things to make some mysterious potion called a "Martini."
The next day we drove and drove and drove to a place called Charleston. They took me for a nice walk and even found a big off-leash dog park. Then we got to eat at a nice restaurant called "Poogin's Porch." I was such a good boy that the people sitting next to us didn't even know I was there until the end.
The next morning they stopped for lunch at a town called Beaaufort, which had horse-drawn carts and lots of cool graveyards. Then we went to the place that female slave was really excited about - Savannah. They had a really nice room at a dog-friendly inn next to Forsyth Park. We at outdoors there, but it wasn't as nice as the place in Charleston.
After three nights there, it was starting to feel like home, and then they packed up again and had another long day of driving. They were back in Virginia again at a city called Williamsburg, which the slaves didn't much like because they couldn't find anything. Then we got to go on a big boat to Cape May. There we got to stay for two nights at the Highland House, which is famous for being dog friendly. I had to wait in the car while they ate at the Lobster House and didn't even save any food for me. Finally we drove home and I got to play with my sisters again and now life is back to normal.
They made me stay up and watch the televised idiots whoopin' it up in times square...at least it was only 40 degrees out so the tooorrists weren't freezin their patooties off but they still were boxed in like cattle for umpteen hours without access to a potty. dogs aren't that dumb-a warm bed, my chewie bone, and a whiff of champagne at midnight was my celebration of choice...auld acquaintences will never be forgotten by this lhasa mopso, so shoutout to my pals beannie, cocoa rose, ali b, and the others who haven't fogotten me...cheers!
