The Dog (Not) Oasis

I knew it this time. I even jumped back into the car when I realised where we were. Grrr. Stupid Dog (Not) Oasis. This is how happy I was when mum finally came to rescue me. I always have this small but really scary feeling that she might not come back. I know, it’s not going to happen. But I can’t help it. I hate it when she leaves me there.

She had had burgers and fries. I can always tell. And apparently a walk on the frozen and snowy beach. And geocaching. She told me. I would have liked that. She says another day because it was freezing cold.

I have snoozed all afternoon and most of the evening. It’s very tiring, a day at the DNO.