Mom knows I love The Home Depot. On Saturday mornings, they have extra treats for me. I get lots of attention because I am so wonderful. (That’s what my mom says anyway.) Oh, and did I mention their spacious carts? More room for those extra treats! Happy!
So, I have been really studying hard on this co-pilot program. Maybe we get to fly on Labor Day! Now, what to do about my lovely coat shedding on the aircraft interior … any suggestions are welcome!
No, dogs can’t fly planes. I do, however, like to help my mom study for her pilot’s license. She studies a lot, just never takes the tests to actually fly the plane. C’mon, Mom! I want to co-pilot! Surely dogs can co-pilot? Please? Get your pilot’s license!
Happy Memorial Day Weekend, friends! Safe and enjoyable travels!
Fly #Southwest! #ShameonUnited #BadUnited
From Charlee with love
I hate it when you travel and leave me at home. I miss you. That’s why I got in your suitcase. I was expressing my love and devotion. I didn’t mean to shed voluminous amounts of white hair on your expensive black suit just out of the dry cleaners.
And Dad just doesn’t understand when you leave me home with him. (I don’t mean to tattle. But, once when you were gone, he turned me pink when he tried to bathe me after letting me step in wet red paint from the NO PARKING ZONE refresher coat.)
Sorry, but you just don’t understand me like Mom does.
She bathes me in organic hypoallergenic dog shampoo with a hint of lavender scent, treats me with organic salmon and buffalo treats, cooks me organic chicken with red quinoa, wakes up in the middle of the night to take me out to potty, wakes up at 4 a.m. to feed me breakfast, lets me bark at dogs on TV without scolding me, tells me how smart I am when I remind her to brush my teeth every night, lets me nap on her yoga mat, runs to pet me when I whimper, lifts me on and off the sofa, lets me sniff the baby doves and quails, lets me chase the lizards … basically anything and everything I want.
I do like to watch TV with you though, Dad. It’s just that it gets old after six hours of non-stop sports and drama shows. (Mom knows I like the dog shows.)