WHERE IS AIRA ZONA?
Uh oh, the suitcases are on the bed. They’ve been there for about four or five days now. Every day I see new stuff being put in them. This doesn’t look good. Every time I see those on the bed, it seems like mom disappears for a few days. I’ll know for sure if Marianne comes over. She is the one that feeds us and takes us for walks when mom doesn’t come home. Marianne is called a dog sitter, but she never sits on us.
I don’t like this one bit. I gotta contact the CIA (Canine Intelligence Agency) so they can help me figure this whole thing out. “Hello, is this the CIA? Can I talk to the Top Dog? I need you to find out if my mom is going to leave us again.” Hmmmm, ……yes…….Okay. Bye.”
Well, it’s official. Mom is going to Aira Zona and is going to leave us. Ever heard of a place called Kingman? She is leaving Sunday and will be back on Wednesday morning. She is not going to blog because she is not fortunate enough to have one of those new fangled doodads called a wireless laptop.
It’s time to start pouting. She better bring us back something special. Maybe one of those Jackalopes they have out there.