Posted by on Oct 4, 2018 | 18 comments

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I am going in this thing because THEY have trained me to ENTER IT!!! Am I out of my %$!#$%@* mind?

So here’s what’s happing in real time.  I have for the last week been taken out for little daily jaunts.

First we sit in the thing called a car and THEY chatter like magpies, as if everything were the most natural happening in the owrld.

This is supposed to help me relax.

Oh, yeah…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THEN, THEY keep chattering and turn on the motor or whatever that thing is that makes the thing I’m in go or stop.

Go backup or go forward, I mean.  It does NOT go sideways except in bad situations. That is why I am seatbelted in, whatever that is.

THEN, they back up out of where the car is (called a garage), chattering away, and then go forward VERY SLOWLY down our street until we reach the drive along the sea.

Oh, sorry, did I mention that I am in my CAGE…er traveling apartment. (Okay, okay, it’s larger and it’s comfortable but what the heck, it’s an ENCLOSURE.)

SO…I in my prison, THEY in their chattering mood, the what’s called a CAR has its motor running, and all of us together are MOVING, MOVING, MOVING…

You get the picture, right? ARGGGGGH…

But you know what?  Tonight’s ride was sort of fun!  Papa took us to the supermarket and mama went in and papa and I communed and bonded, whatever that is.  And you know, I didn’t make a sound on the way home.

I think it’s working.

Whatever IT is.

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Plus this is what I come home to…pas mal.

Hey, you guys, can we stop at a drive-in next time?  A nice burger and some fries might be more incentive to travel!

Loulou, you know full well there are no drive-ins in FRANCE!