Putlitz got into his carrying case all by himself this morning. He wanted to get out of Van Horn. I don’t blame him. When he got to the La Quinta at Midland he took up residence behind the sheers covering the window. When I was walking him he met a black poodle, and the ladies at the front desk waved at him going past in his stroller.
He was sniffing at the dog’s burger. He always gets envious.
He was sniffing at the dog’s burger. He always gets envious.