Sunday, May 27, 2012

-- Leavin' On a Jet Plane...

After two and a half hours of driving, we arrived at LAX.  Everything was going swimmingly, until my dad unloaded a big grey box from the back of the pickup truck.

Uh, and it had my name on it.  Tell me you don't mean I have to get... in... there... 

Oh crap.  The ol' bait and switch. 

My good mood just took a nosedive.

Okay, I didn't sign up for this...

It's a good thing I took a marathon pee, cuz my mom says it's gonna be a long ride. 


See you on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.


Saturday, May 26, 2012

-- A Tearful Goodbye to Downtown San Diego

Living in a highrise condo in downtown San Diego for the past 18 months has been a lotta fun.  Although my backyard has been reduced to a balcony... 

BUT, my balcony has a pretty dang good view.  Can't complain really.  I've watched Navy airshows and harbor parades; and I can see Petco Park where the San Diego Padres play, too.

I even got a glimpse of Occupy San Diego at the park across the street when the 99%-ers were causing a ruckus.

On the 4th of July, I watched fireworks light up the sky above the harbor (interrupted by the sound of a frickin' train passing below our building):

But that's all over now. 

My dad says we're packing it up and heading out on a new adventure.  And this time,we won't be heading out in my cool Supervan.


There's an adventure that my mom and dad go on every once in a while -- you know -- when they ditch me.  Instead of dumping me off at Tristin's house for a sleepover (where Guillermo, the enemy, lurks) -- you aren't going to believe this -- my mom says I get to ride on an airplane with them (whatever the heck that is)!!!

Of course, I shoulda anticipated something good was about to happen in my life when I looked outside and scanned the downtown skyline...

A full-on San Diego double rainbow! Ya don't see that everyday...

Ah, it's so tough for me to wave goodbye to San Diego.  (Actually, it's tough for a dog to wave, period.)

Goodbye Gaslamp district

Goodbye doggy poo bag stations on every street corner (ain't that grand?).  Without the convenience of those poo bag stations for our owners to use, we would have to resort to the unthinkable ... having to clean up after ourselves!
Geez, this sucks.
Or even worse, God forbid...
Tell me this is a joke.  You couldn't pay me enough to do this modeling job...

Goodbye random bagpipers walking down the street (huh?):

Goodbye USS Midway Aircraft Carrier:
My mom says the tour is awesome, btw

Goodbye random dude crossing the street with a boombox (what the?):

Goodbye random doggy driving a car down the sidewalk as we eat our lunch:

Goodbye, awesome downtown highrise condo:

And goodbye (sniff) to my Supervan, as Dad loads up the cargo container with the rest of our belongings:

But fear not.  My dad says my Supervan will be stored in a garage, awaiting my return... 

Okay, looks like we're read to--


My mom says I need a bath before we travel.  Yuck.
I have a bad feeling about this...

How humiliating...

Thank God, that's over with.  I won't be missing that joint!

And now, my friends, I must gather up my babies, my leash, and my cookies, and don a fresh bandana. 
I'm ready to go to the airport, Mom!