On Sunday, my Mom and Dad went to church like they usually do and when they came back they found I had .... yes .... tinkled on my blanket again. They leave me in the kitchen where there is a hard floor and I just can't help it, I tinkle on the blanket. Miss Cindy, my vet, says I have separation anxiety....whatever that is? I hate being in the kitchen and I hate Mommy leaving me, that's what I say! I think she should take me with her everywhere she goes like this Mom does.
So, after she got home from church, she took me to Petsmart! It was fun but it made me nervous. I rode in the cart some of the time. I got a new hollow bone and some treats and a harness for riding in the car and a big box! When we got home Mom put the big box together and it was a black cage. When I went in the cage, there was a yummy bone stuffed with treats but it was hard in there like the floors at Hershey's house and I couldn't get comfortable. Miss Cindy even came over and saw the black cage and told me it was not a cage but a bed! Huh!! It is not a bed! Beds are soft and warm and have covers. This is not soft or warm and it doesn't have covers.
So, yesterday and today I had to go in the cage (with the yummy bone) while Mom went to work. I can't tell you but I think I sat up the whole time because it is so hard in there. I just can't lay down in there. There was no blanket to tinkle on (or lay down on) so I had to hold it all day till Mom came home. I did thought and, it made Mom so happy! I don't get it, but I think I better get used to it because the cage is still here and Mom seems pretty happy about it. You all can all just imagine what the cage looks like because I am NOT going in there to get my picture made.
I don't know what we are having for Thanksgiving dinner Isabella because my Mom is a slacker and has not gotten anything yet. She says that it is because she has been busy hosting a dinner for 300 people at work, whatever that means, and has been too preoccupied to think about feeding me and Dad a turkey dinner. Plus it is sleeting here (yes .. sleet in NOVEMBER in Augusta, Georgia!) so Mom says she is not going to the grocery store tonight, Thanksgiving or not!
Last night Mom was talking to that silver box thing she has and I heard her say 'Hershey' a bunch of times. Then she put the silver box to my ear and I heard somebody say my name. So, I am not sure what's up. Hershey is not here and I do not hear his car. If he comes, he better watch out because there is a black cage here and he may have to go in it.