I stare intently out the windshield of the car. Am I panicked? I certainly don't look my best, and I got the tell-tale white specks of anxiety. And an eye-booger. How embarrassing.
Nah, the car ride is alright. I'm quite good with human transport, really. I hear some dogs get carsick, but not me. I just get anxious and can't sit still, unless I'm in my trusty Costco bag. I take that bag everywhere when I travel: it's my comfort. I wasn't put in the bag for this trip, so on the bag I go and prancing around while the car is bumping around. Look out for that crazy cab!
Selfie time! My dad and me. We're having fun chilling in the passenger seat.
When we get to our destination, I'm terrified at the sounds of the big city and its trucks. So much so that when my dad gets his backpack out of the trunk, I jump inside the trunk and curl into a ball. We were in a hurry so there's no picture for that. That's good. There's no proof that I'm a scaredy cat.
I look quizzically at the camera. I am sitting on a miniature bed, which is on top of the Costco bag. Where is this? Well, you see the minimal food and water in the back, and leashed to a chair. I'm going to say doggy prison. I didn't do anything wrong! Take me home! Hmm.. well it's actually a little comfortable here. I think I'll just doze off now... Until next time!
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