In spite of my advanced intelligence, I am a dog and sometimes nuanced human behavior escapes me. When I'm dropped off for doggy daycare, I always assume it's for the day and one of the humans will come back when it's dark to pick me up so I can pass out on the couch like I've had way too many glasses of wine. Sometimes it gets dark and my humans don't come, so then I assume it was Papa's turn to pick me up. It might be very dark outside, but he always comes. When I wasn't picked up before it was time to sleep, I knew I was here for the long haul.
Puppy Sleepover! Being surrounded by jet-setting Manhattanites, I can always count on at least 2 other puppies being boarded for the weekend. Shenanigans galore! Wait, did you think I was going to tell you what happened at doggy daycare??? You know what they say, "What happens at doggy daycare stays at doggy daycare!"
Just kidding! Stories coming soon . . .
I'm not bitter that I get left behind nearly ALL the time. Why, do I sound bitter? I'm too young to be bitter. I just get revenge. "Oh, I'm sorry Mama, were you a fan of those shiny black leather heels that now have my teethmarks?" :: Cue evil puppy laugh ::
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