I am outraged! The Staff are off on a jolly WITHOUT ME.
They are going to see Aunty Chippy in Melbourne and apparently, I can’t go. (Well, if you want to spend hours and hours and hours in a small crate in the hold of the plane, and maybe sit on the tarmac in the cold, and not get any treats or snacks or company…. Up to you, boss, but we were only thinking of your happiness and comfort – Mum).
It seems I am to pay a visit of my own, to stay with Aunty Lyn and Miss Lotti. As Mum has pointed out, this will be more fun than travelling on a plane for a large doggo such as myself, and certainly much more enjoyable than the Dreaded Kennels. We went to visit the Kennels once. It was very pleasant, but the accommodations were more slanted towards easy-clean and less towards greyhound-lounging comfort, and there were lots of other extremely barky dogs. Also, the Staff there would not have paid as much attention to My needs and wants as Aunty Lyn, who is an experienced greyhound Staff. The only downside really is that Miss Lotti will try to steal my food. And my beds. And will talk a lot. Much like being married, according to Dad…
All my Stuff (beds, blankie, medication, treats, etc) is going with me. Mum has prepared meals so that I have familiar food. Aunty Lyn will have all the essential supplies. The only thing not going is Bad Monkey, as I can’t trust Miss Lotti not to disembowel him, her prey drive is very high. If anyone’s punishing Bad Monkey, it’s me.
I suppose I can put up with it. It seems they’re dropping me off this morning and collecting me on Wednesday evening next week. It’s a tough gig, but I will put a noble and long-suffering face on it, and punish them with massive side-eye and sulking when they get back. This is an offence that can only be compensated by large quantities of chicky-pops (aka frozen chicken necks).
Hmmm. There’s something to look forward to!