Both my People are rushing around taking stuff out of the house today, which disturbs me.
This can mean only one thing: we are going on a trip.
I do not like trips. I'd rather stay at home!
But I don't get a vote. I need to keep my cool when I ride in the car.
I'm better at it than I used to be, but I still get freaked out sometimes. Especially when we slow down, or when they use the turn-signal. For some reason the sound of the signal really bothers me.
It looks like I'll be living in that big silver bullet thing again. That is my first home when I first bring my People home from the animal shelter in Vancouver. I am not sure I like the small space. Especially now that we have added a big dog to the family!