Actually it was not the rats racing, it was Sammy Dog. When they brought him out-pulling on his leash to go faster-he did not miss a beat. No hello Mommy, no acknowledgement whatsoever, he pulled forward to the door and strained to get out, get to the car, get in the car and then whined to get this show on the road. He wanted as much real estate between him and The Heartbreak Hotel as possible.
The he came in and rubbed his head in the family room rug and howled. Collected all his toys. Said hey and collapsed in my chair.
His report card says he did not eat well, so I will be making him dinner soon.
