Worst. Dog. Ever. *sniff* That's what my mom said about me tonight. REALLY! We were having such a nice day. I was her co-pilot in the car (she thinks it's funny to say that, "Dog is my co-pilot!" - like it's a joke - only not!). We stopped at a b-i-i-i-i-g beach called Nantasket and I wanted to run around and she wanted me to *go*. Nah. Later, I told her. Eventually she caved and we got back in the car for a minute and went to her friend's house on the beach. Inside.... well it was sooooo beautiful. Every little spot was decorated. There were nice rugs everywhere. Big beautiful (like trampolines) sofas. The whole first floor was open, and I was.... UNLEASHED! Upstairs there were pretty bedrooms with (more rugs) stuffed animals... oh, so many things all on my level - you could tell there were no dogs in this house!Mom kind of flipped when we got outside by ourselves because
- I pooped on the white shaggy rug in the upstairs bathroom
- I found a reindeer stuffed animal (what? it looked JUST LIKE MINE at home!) and tried to chew it up
- One of the baskets on the floor had greens and candy canes. I have never had the pleasure of a candy cane before. I almost ate the whole thing before mom SWOOPED in and took it from me
- I found a stuffed Golden Retriever and was zooming through the house with it (just a little slobber, but it felt good to take on a Golden!)
- I upchucked said candy cane on a beautiful oriental rug
Hey, we were there an hour and a half. It was all I could get to... ;) Sorry sweet lady friend of my mom's! I loved you and your nice house!
