Lucky for me, the HoM is totally the opposite of a root canal - 100% fun. Wait. Make that 1000% fun. Between The Man and the Goons (my new name for the crazy Labrador brothers) and the MEAT (and cheese and pizza crusts and cookies and Doritos and all the other stuff my human never eats or feeds us), I'm pretty sure the HoM is the best place on earth.
Please don't make me go!!!
Don't tell anyone, but I love staying at the HoM so much that when it's time to go home, I don't want to go. Not that I don't love me human. I totally do. Really. But The Man is a dude and I kinda really love dudes.
Dudes lie in bed and eat pizza and watch TV. Dudes are into meat, not carrots. Dudes snore louder than I do. They don't have rules and don't care if I get fat. Basically, dudes rule.
Of course I'll totally be there for my human when she's done getting canal-ed. I'll snuggle and lick her face (even though it grosses her out) and even pretend to like eating carrots. But deep inside, my inner dude will really miss the House of Meat.
PS: Fish finally really did the Big Float for good.