So we're up here in Nova Scotia visiting Alpha's friend Paula, havin' a blast. It's so beautiful up here -- and COOL! I can run all over the place at her house without a leash, it's so big. And it has a small lily pond and a big goose pond and lots of decks and lawns and places to run and chase the toy. And TWO CATS that I can terrierize while I'm here, too. And everybody keeps on feeding me extra food and treats because of all the stress I endured while they put me in jail back in Portland at Mel's office.
I screamed so much and created such a ruckus in the regular jail cell they put me in while Alpha and Sandy were gone out to breakfast with Mel, they had to put me in solitary confinement:
And then they brought me on this LOUD and HOT little plane that was so awful and scary and I HATED it. HATED. I could not see terra firma, or if I could, it was WAYYYYYY down there below my feet. And I do not believe that a Yorkie is supposed to be able to see things like a hawk does -- I just do NOT. It is NOT NATURAL. I fuhREAKED out just a little bit. (But the pilot said I was very good because he expected me to bark the whole time. I guess lesser dogs bark the whole time they fly in his plane. Whateverrrr.) They'd better darn well give me extra treats; that's all I've got to say about that.
But things took an immediate upturn when we got to Paula's, as I mentioned. Lots of treats and extra meals (salmon & whitefish pâté, that's what I'm talkin' aBOUT!) and so much playtime, with three women at my beck and call. Pretty much just awesomesauce.
And all the stores are dog-friendly and lots of them give me treats and hugs and playing. And in this store:
...is where I got my new raincoat/windbreaker, which came in mighty handy when we visited the beautiful Cape Forchu Lighthouse, where it was DANGED COLD and windy, though sunny and beautiful and sweet-smelling. Makes me feel a little bit like a superdog.
Alpha doesn't want you to see her Nova-Scotia-humidity-enhanced vacation hair. Don't look:
Here I am sitting next to Paula, watching the....
THERE you are!!!
OMYGOD, I thought you were.....
Oh, never mind.
My pack is all intact, and that's all that matters.
That was close.
OHMYGOD, I missed you Sandy, I missed you Sandy, ImissedyouSandyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Love, Mr. Jefferies