Road Trip

Friday afternoon my parents and I left on a road trip to Lexington, Kentucky. My sister, Angie, lives there with her husband, Adam, and my nephew, Mister. It took lots of hours to get there but I was comfortable in my car basket. Sometimes Mom let me sit in her lap. Emma basket

This is me in my basket. That’s my dad driving the car.

When we got there, I finally met Mister. Emma&MisterWe had to stay on leashes until we got used to each other. There was a lot of sniffing going on. This is our nose sniff. We sniffed other spots, too, but Mom says it’s bad manners to talk about them.

I tried to play with Mister but he didn’t want to play much. Angie says he’s older and likes to play quiet games. When I jumped on his head from the sofa, I got into trouble and had to go to time out. I didn’t stay long because I jumped out. Mom and Dad say I must be part kangaroo.

The best part of Saturday was when Mister’s other grandparents came over and his grandmother brought bacon flavored treats – my favorite!

Rachel and dogs

We sure paid close attention to her. I’m glad she made Mister share with me. She’s my sucker friend forever.

The worst part was when all the humans went out to eat. Mister and I had to go into our crates in separate rooms. They were gone FOREVER! After lunch, Mister’s other grandparents went to a basketball game. With Wildcats and Tigers, I’ll bet there was a lot of growling and hissing going on.

Everyone else came back home and let Mister and me out of jail. Then Mom and Dad were ready to come back home so Mister could take a nap. Road trips are fun.







Mister’s version of the weekend can be found here.


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