I’ve always been excited about going away, getting in the car and driving away. I’ve never been excited about the sight of the suitcases that my parents place on the floors and beds – though the ones sitting up in the attic don’t phase me in the least. But recently my parents started packing suitcases and also carrying my bed to the door. Carrying my bed to the door trumped the depression I feel when I see suitcases out and about. With my bed, I know it’s going to be a good time.
This time my parents made me crazy keeping me waiting. They had my bed at the front door, but we weren’t going into the car. I had to wait and wait and wait until they were ready. They Mom carried my bed into the car, as you can see, but wouldn’t let me sit in the car with the bed. “Come out, Joey,” Dad said.
Eventually my parents let me back into the car with my bed.
And that began my overnight(s) adventure at the home of my Labrador Retriever friend Jenny, with her big family.
I’m still a bit confused about the part where my parents walked outside our friends’ home onto their porch and didn’t let me follow; and then stood outside our friends’ front door and faced me, inside the home, my not understanding why the front door was closing little by little on me, and said “Bye, Joey. We love you. We’ll see you soon” and then the front door closed completely between them and me. But that’s okay.
And just like my parents do in their home, in the evenings my friends placed my bed at the foot of their bed, and how well I slept.
Occasionally during the day I slept on my friend Jenny’s bed and made her sleep on the sofa. But that’s okay. Those are the rules!