Came home last night after a wild evening of drinking and revelries to find that Sonny the Pug had taken up residence in my suitcase.
Apparently, he is tired of missing the plane and ending up either at the vets or staying with his grandparents.
Best way to avoid missing the trip? Pack yourself, of course!
I would be remiss if I didn't mention that this suitcase was closed -- not zipped -- but definitely shut. Sonny had to therefore open it and climb over an eight-inch high sidewall. Good thing he's not one to let a little thing like thermal dynamics stop him.
Sonny asked me to deliver this message: "Get ready Popeye, I'm coming with the Hussy to see you. Get the buffet, Mule and bed ready."
Apparently, he is tired of missing the plane and ending up either at the vets or staying with his grandparents.
Best way to avoid missing the trip? Pack yourself, of course!
I would be remiss if I didn't mention that this suitcase was closed -- not zipped -- but definitely shut. Sonny had to therefore open it and climb over an eight-inch high sidewall. Good thing he's not one to let a little thing like thermal dynamics stop him.
Sonny asked me to deliver this message: "Get ready Popeye, I'm coming with the Hussy to see you. Get the buffet, Mule and bed ready."
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Bring on the Pug! See you guys Thursday!
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