I don't like boats. I don't understand why the boss man likes them. Plus, it rains every time we go on the boat. I will admit that my fur is very soft and fluffy after being in the rain. But I will not admit that it is any consolation.

Crazy Lady spends 4 days packing the entire house. All the bags are left out in the open for me to see. Don't they know this adds to my hysteria? I see all these snacks. But nothing for me.

When we get to the boat, Boss Man leaves me alone with Crazy Lady and the small humans while he get all of their stuff. I don't like separation. I want to be the one that goes. Then they put this ugly red and yellow vinyl thing on me that just does not breath at all. Plus, I really look much better in purple.

I do get some time to smell a few dogs and socialize. I even had chocolate cake dumped on me. But it does not make up for getting closed in the boat twice. It is dark and I need to be free. I spend all my time on a leash. I tell everyone I can about my situation, but no one listens. I even have to go to the bathroom on the leash. No privacy.

It's Wabbit Season

Sshhh. Be very quiet. It's wabbit season and I am wabbit hunting.

I am on guard at all moments. I must wake at 2 am to make sure I get the first glimpse of the waskily wabbit. I must say that I am impressed with how fast that little fur ball is. I am the fast crazy white dog and I cannot quite catch up with it.

I don't know why it won't stay and play. I just want to grab it and shake it a little. It would be like a fun ride. I am so misunderstood.

This is preposthterousth-th!