The original mom and the original girl came to visit. I think they came just to get me on the #*(@()! boat. Sorry for the harsh word. I’m feeling a bit conned. Well, more like very conned. I am not a boating dog. I’ve already said that. They should have listened.
The mom got on the boat and pretended she was having a good time. And then the original girl left a trail of food down the dock and to the boat. What am I? Hansel? Uh, no.
Well, maybe I am Hansel. Just a bit. I was hungry, ok?!?
Not quite sure I’m hungry enough for this.
Nope, not going to do it.
Dang it. Maybe I am that hungry.
But this boat sounds so weird. And feels so weird. Why would you ever want to get me on this darn boat. I like land!
Seriously. This place doesn’t look that interesting. I’ll just back out.
Do’h! The original mom showed up. With food. Darn. Don’t judge. I was hungry. Ok. They didn’t win. I did.
Well, maybe then won a little bit. But I still got my food. And that’s the best win ever.
I thought the day was done and they would let me be at peace. Not a freakin’ chance. UGH! They decided they wanted to get me on the big boat. Now I think they were just showing off at how good they are at conning me. I played along. They got me in the boat.
But I kinda had the last laugh. I gave them a hard time about getting off the boat. HA! That will teach them.
Not really. It won’t teach them. They kept feeding me on the boat all weekend. I got used to it.
And am now ok with the little boat. In fact, it’s pretty cool. Ships ahoy!