Monday, April 8, 2013
Last night the big black suitcase came out. Ok, so maybe it's been sitting in the hallway since we got back from the Eat Coast. But last night it got moved. And opened.
HUMAN: so that's where all my socks went!
ME: where are we going this time?
HUMAN: well, you are going to Frank's. And I am going to cousin Sophie's.
ME: what about Dutch?
HUMAN: don't worry about Dutch.
It turns out 'don't worry about Dutch' really means he gets to go to the other coast and I get to be abandoned. I don't exactly know what's going on, but I think this is the trip that was supposed to happen but didn't because my human's pancreas freaked out. I'm also pretty sure it has something to do with the Other 999 because everything does.
I don't know if Frank's dude will let me use his thumbs so you might get stuck with Dutch until next week. But it's ok. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Sort of home. Sort of alone. And probably getting humped by Frank while Dutch is eating whoopie pies or something. But I'll live. I guess.