Thursday, March 17, 2011
Meet the Parents.
So, they put me in the back of their car. I'm not sure why they did that. Are we going for a ride or something? I just hope they bring me back because I've been told the shelter closes at 7 PM, and then the workers go home. They'll be mad if I'm not back before then.
Well, the sun is setting, and we're walking around a neighborhood. Why we're doing this, I don't know. I'm kind of confused right now. I mean, I know I can't tell time... I am a dog afterall... yet the sun is setting, and I'm pretty sure it's after 7 PM.
I saw this other dog named Pearl. Weird. We just met yesterday, and here I'm seeing her again on the other side of town.
It's dark out now, and the shelter workers are going to be really mad at you guys for not bringing me in. The yard seems nice.
There's this crate the "parents" are trying to put me in. I'm not buying it, no matter how many treats you put in it. I'm not that dumb.
OK. Maybe I'm not that smart, because somehow I ended up in the crate. Strange how that is. The house is settling down, getting quiet. Pearl is still here, so perhaps it's not so bad. Getting sleepy.