Hello, Winstoners (I’m not condoning my readers to smoke pot, by the way. Hugs, not drugs, people)! Today, Pet #1 took Howard (my tenant that happens to be one of Mr. Popper’s penguins, for those who don’t know) and me up north to the “big city…” AKA the Phoenix suburb, Glendale. Comparatively speaking, Phoenix is much bigger than Tucson so I refer to it as the “big city,” but that’s beside the point. Our adventure began early this morning and I have decided to include a timeline of events to ensure that you all get the full story.
Up and at 'em!
9:30 AM: Pet #1 wakes up, as do I. I spring off the bed, tail wagging.
10:00 AM: Pet #1 packs Howard up in his ice chest/cooler and we attempt to leave. I use the word “attempt” because I delayed our departure by blazing out the front door before my leash was attached.
10:11 AM: Pet #1 finally corrals me after a 10 minute game of tag. She lost. Howard, Pet #1, and I all hop into Pet #2’s car. Pet #2’s car is the family car because it’s an SUV and we need more space for Howard’s cooler.
10:20 AM: We stop for gas and snacks. Pet #1 leaves Howard and me in the car while she runs inside. During this time, we witness an exciting car chase, which sends me into a frenzy.
10:23 AM: Pet #1 tries to leave the gas station, however the entire Tucson Police Department is blocking the street and we are unable to pass through. Their sirens get me all fired up, so I bark incessantly while Howard mutters a few obscenities under his breath.
Asleep at the wheel
10:30 AM: We are back on the road. This gives me the green light to climb out of my pet carrier and nestle into Pet #1’s lap, thus commencing the car game we play. Pet #1 puts me back into the carrier and zips it up this time. I wriggle out of the zipped carrier and climb back into her lap. She puts me in the carrier again and tells me that it is very dangerous to have me on her lap while she drives. I listen for about 2 minutes and then I Houdini myself out again. Pet #1 makes the executive decision that I can be in her lap while we’re on the highway, but once we get into town, I have to go back. Little did I know she was manipulating me and the second I fell asleep, she imprisoned me in the pet carrier. I gave up and went to sleep.
My friends: Bentley, Pixie, and Frances
12:30 PM: We all arrive at Pet #1’s parents’ house (my grandpets’ house). I see Auntie Em and all of my doggy friends. I’m beyond excited to nuzzle my sweet snout into Doodle, the labradoodle. I suppose I should give you a rundown of my friends: Skippy (the antique puppy who is at least 15 years old), Doodle (the Labradoodle), Abby (the Pomeranian/Head bitch in charge), Pixie (the Chiweenie/Second HBIC), Frances (the Cockapoo), and lastly Bentley (the Chihuahua/my real blood brother).
Lounging around with my BFF, Doodle
Wiggle worms=blurry picture
1:00 PM-8:00 PM: Howard and I mingle (sniff bums, groom each other, growl when we feel threatened, etc.) with my friends. It takes my doggy friends a while to warm up to Howard since he’s so icy, pun intended! I swear those jokes never get old! My brother, Bentley, just moved in with my “grandpets” and it appears that he has changed. Pet #1 tries to get us together for a picture, but as you can see, we’re not having it. Bentley is showing several symptoms of depression and I try to talk to him about it, but the pressure of having Howard there makes it awkward. He says he will Skype me later and talk about getting on some Prozac.
8:00 PM: Pet #1, Howard, and I leave my grandpets’ house. We play the car game again. Once again, I lose, and am banished to the pet carrier for the remainder of the ride.
9:00 PM: Howard is belting out tunes from his cooler. I deviously plot out a detailed plan to leave him on the side of the road next time Pet #1 stops for gas, but she never stops. My evil thoughts go right out the window when we get home and Howard thanks me for introducing him to my family. He tells me that he hasn’t been treated this well since he lived with Mr. Popper. BFFLs again!
Curled up on the couch after an eventful day
11:00 PM: I’m all tuckered out from the “big city” extravaganza and I can barely finish this post.
watchwinston 
It was such a pleasure seeing you and pet 1 again Winny! Auntie Em loves you and Bentley is seeing a therapist this afternoon regarding the prozac. He is however a little concerned with the weight gain attributed to prozac so please make sure you tell him how skinny he is when he skypes you, even if he looks like porker! Please thank Howard for not doing his business on the kids chicken nuggets in the freezer and do appologize for the small space. Such a kind penguin! And lastly make sure you love pet 1 extra today, she did me a grest service watching your human baby cousin yesterday and deserves to have sone extra love! I’ll have a chat with pet 1 to ensure there are no more unacceptable car containers in your future! A puppy needs his freedom! Love you all lots and so glad we got to see you. Stay well Until Feb 22!
Love you, baby brudder! XOXO, Winston
Amma loves both her lil chihauha brudders…I was so glad to see Winston and Pet #1 this week…what a nice surprise. I wasn’t quite prepared for Howard, but we managed to squeeze him into our small, skinny freezer. Bentley continues to whine about missing his long lost brudder…Perhaps the chihuaha pair needs to maintain the same abode…just a thought. Winston, please take care of Pet # 1 so she will be able to handle her extra responsibilities…keeping in mind that you will ultimately benefit from the extra funds…Lovingly, Amma
Hi, Amma! I miss you so much! Pet #1’s boss is probably going to let her off for the wedding! YAY! Am I even invited? You’re my favorite grandpet and I don’t want to miss out on seeing you.
Oh Winston, we are so happy Pet # 1 and you can attend the wedding…what about Pet #2?