So, I've helped her find her feelings via Google in order to tell the airport story from her point of view. Notice how she said "airport" rather than "Certain Airlines". She says she is incapable of bitterness.
Sooo, without further ado, I hand the blog over to Annie.
Oh, I might mention that she calls me My Laurie. She says it's only fair since her name seems to be "My Dog" all the time.
I shall tell the story as accurately as I can. I do have a dreadful habit of slipping in and out of present and past tenses, so I hope you'll forgive my literary lapses as I forge on with the story from my perspective.
I was happy happy happy to be going to see one of my boyfriends (just buddies)(Someone took away my ability to take it further than "just buddies", but I won't mention any names...), but I was happy happy happy.
Say whuut? I can't get on the plane?
For why how come I can't get on the plane to go see Charcoal?
He hasn't even met me. How fair is that? Does he have something against Golden Retrievers?
Is he a black lab man? I wouldn't blame him. Charcoal's got some black lab in him. And Duke is mostly black lab. I wonder how Duke's doing these days.
Huh? Paperwork? I don't understand. Oh geez, this is where she's gonna tell him that I have a habit of shredding papers apart. My Laurie even has a picture of me surrounded by my "paper work". Why would he want a bunch of shredded paper?
Proof of what? And what? And what? You have got to be kidding us.
I don't think he likes me! That's unheard of. Cept for My Laurie's sister. She doesn't like me to touch her with my nose.
I like everybody and everybody likes me. Especially in airports!
|Dreaming of kicking it in his back yard|
Yikes. I better pay attention. There seems to be a problem, cause it's taking longer than usual.
My Laurie seems to be getting angry. She's not supposed to show it, but I can feel it. This is not a good thing.
I better step up to the plate.
To be continued