Sorry for the late post. My Dad has been very busy between moving to Dallas and potty training me!
Dad picked me up on Wednesday, June 4, after a five hour, 270 mile drive from Dallas. He was very tired because the movers brought all of his stuff from New York City on Tuesday afternoon and he spent most of the afternoon and evening unpacking and putting stuff away so that his apartment would be mostly clear by the time I arrived.
I wasn’t very interested in him when I first met him. I was too busy chewing on a toy. But I warmed up to him after a few minutes.
Then he picked me up and put me in a cage in his car. He calls it a “crate.” It’s a cage. Just look at this picture of me in this cage in his car!
The drive was uneventful. After whining about being in the cage for about 10 minutes, I fell asleep. Two hours later my Dad rudely woke me up! He had pulled over on the side of the road and put a “puppy pad” down on the ground and asked me to pee on it. That was actually nice because I really had to go. Of course, to punish him I saved a little bit and peed on him after he picked me up off the pad. Then I fell asleep again all the way back to Dallas!
