They decided it would be a good idea to get in the spaceship and travel for hours (it may have been days) to His family's house. The house was quieter than usual--the little people were away. I found the other dogs to be indifferent to my presence. While I enjoy the camaraderie of my fellow canines, I am not one to beg for their attention. I occupied my time with Puck, and I admit that I enjoyed the freedom of running freely on the frozen tundra of the northern Maine wilderness.
As the days wore on, more and more people arrived, including the little people who so vexed me on our last visit. My attempts at growling and snarling did nothing to eliminate the influx of human bodies, and my people seemed to care little about my sanity. Eventually, however, They put me back in the spaceship, in my laundry basket, and we ventured south once again.
To my delight, we stopped at Her family's house where I got to see the other little dogs. While I have been unable to wander freely outside (lest other speedy spaceships come to attack me when I'm off my leash), I find the lack of little people makes me feel more welcome than the busyness of the tundra.
Unfortunately, it appears our departure date is indefinite. We are visiting many neighbors (including the safe haven of my birth parents' house--always a welcome treat), but, despite both my (and Puck's) best efforts to sit by the door grumbling discontentedly while staring sadly at our People, we have made no progress toward our return home. It saddens me to be away from my bed for so long. The laundry basket is only so much of a comfort, and it is time for me to be back in the glory of my warm bed once again.
