December 21st 2008 11:33 am
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So there is this thing called a vacation. Seems strange since my days all seem like a vacation, full of fun! Dad has been going on for the last several weeks about going away and last Friday my Mom and Dad did just that. Off to Mexico they went, leaving me and Rosie behind.
Rosie went to stay with grandpa. He likes a more mellow companion and thinks I'm still too full of beans. So I went on my own vacation.
No, I didn't pack a bag and set off on a cross province adventure hitting the bright lights of Toronto or the thunderous roar of Niagara Falls. Instead I went and stayed at a doggie daycare.
Let me tell you, I now know what a vacation is all about. All-you-can-play-with doggie toys, a special Friday to Saturday romance with my new friend Mocha, unlimited water bowl, raw hides galore, soft, warm beds and all the pets and love (to make up for my pawrents being gone) that you can receive.
Sure, I was happy to see my pawrents when they came to get me, although I didn't recognize Dad at first. He was all brown and his grey beard had grown in. From over his shoulder I could see my Mom and I let out a little cry of excitement. The cry gave way to full out joy as my behind twisted and shock.
I eagerly encouraged them to come into the house so I could show them all of the fun things that I had done over the past week. Quickly I relived everything, showing them my toys, my beds, everything!
I now know what a true vacation really is . . . maybe next time my entire family can go to a doggie daycare for a week.
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