The day started out like any other. Got up, played with my sister, Bella and my brother who goes by Grassy Green, because that is the color he likes to wear. Ate a little, stopped at my mom's filling station and loaded up a delicious swig of milk.
Before I know it, I am sitting in the back of a black Ford Expedition (who drives a black car in Florida in the summertime?) and I am heading to Key West. Key West? Hello, I am wearing a little fur coat. How about something with a mild summer, say Maine? Martha Stewart has a swell place up there I could visit. On our way down south we stop at some really hip places, Yehaw Junction, the service plaza at Snapper Creek and some church in Big Pine Key. These folks really know how to show a dog good time.
Anyway, after about 10 hours and in dog years, that seemed like 7 months, we finally get to this Key West place. It doesn't seem too bad, although it is a little warmer than I would like it. I really hope these people have air conditioning because otherwise, I will start Twittering Martha about visiting.
I start to check the place out. Nice yard, brick deck, swimming pool. Damn! In my attempt to show off how I can trot around the pool, I fell in to the darn thing. Thank God for those web feet. They sure do come in handy in times like these. Not that I needed them mind you, because the man who drove me, scooped me up by this silly red harness he put on me. I am not so sure red is my color. I have been wearing hunter green for so long, I've become attached to it. Now these folks have me in red. I just hope the color doesn't run on my coat and I get mistaken for an Irish Setter.
Before I know it, I am sitting in the back of a black Ford Expedition (who drives a black car in Florida in the summertime?) and I am heading to Key West. Key West? Hello, I am wearing a little fur coat. How about something with a mild summer, say Maine? Martha Stewart has a swell place up there I could visit. On our way down south we stop at some really hip places, Yehaw Junction, the service plaza at Snapper Creek and some church in Big Pine Key. These folks really know how to show a dog good time.
Anyway, after about 10 hours and in dog years, that seemed like 7 months, we finally get to this Key West place. It doesn't seem too bad, although it is a little warmer than I would like it. I really hope these people have air conditioning because otherwise, I will start Twittering Martha about visiting.
I start to check the place out. Nice yard, brick deck, swimming pool. Damn! In my attempt to show off how I can trot around the pool, I fell in to the darn thing. Thank God for those web feet. They sure do come in handy in times like these. Not that I needed them mind you, because the man who drove me, scooped me up by this silly red harness he put on me. I am not so sure red is my color. I have been wearing hunter green for so long, I've become attached to it. Now these folks have me in red. I just hope the color doesn't run on my coat and I get mistaken for an Irish Setter.
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