This is me, when my Mom picked me up at my Molly's new house. This is me saying "Why didn't YOU come with me the first time I visited here. I didn't know where I was. I was scared. Too scared to poop. And I couldn't get close enough to my Molly. How close did I want to be? Well... under her skin, actually." See, I love my Molly. And Mike, too. But I didn't KNOW this place, and well, I'm a dog and I didn't understand why it didn't smell like Molly's other apartment.
Don't get me wrong. It is FUN FUN FUN to visit my Molly. And I'll be a little more relaxed next time, because I 'know' it now. And I know Mom knows how to come get me. That's IF I get invited again.
Here's me and Dad discussing whether or not I could 'handle' any of the snacks my Molly put out for us. Dad thought 'no', but... really, I could. I know I could have.