Up for Adoption

Mom and Dad are back from vacation. In case you are wondering, no, they did not bring me back a souvenir. Typical.

I’ve heard about these things owners call vacations. Typically they’re long road trips to coastal towns for fun and sun. For me, it means having to put up with either a dog sitter or raucous cage neighbors at the local kennel. It’s not a lot of fun.

So, you can imagine my disgust when I heard they will be headed out of town again this weekend. Even worse, this weekend I'll be sent to a kennel where I'll be forced to steer clear of getting a doggie shiv to the intestines from Bruiser the Pit Bull.

Anyone want to adopt me? I'm not getting the love, attention and respect I deserve in Casa Ruyle.

FLASH