Well, so much for in the morning. I think when my human's brain imploded it might have ended up in a different time zone or something. I seriously need to get her back on Puglet time.
I guess this weekend is the official end of summer (even though summer never really happened here) and today my human said we might take a special trip to celebrate. Or say goodbye. Or whatever.
We haven't gone anywhere special in forever, and even though I don't know where or even if we're going, I'm superexcited. Special trips are always fun. Unless it's a trip to the vet... or you're Dutch.
Because Dutch is definitely not superexcited about maybe going on a special trip. He says 'special' is just another word for 'camping' and 'camping' is just another word for 'hell'.
We'll know more tomorrow. In the morning. Or afternoon. Depending on the timezone.