Yep, I been home a couple o' hours or days frum the Pet Lodge place. The place with butterflies to chase. An purdy flowers to check p-mail. Mornin brekkie buffet wuz non-stop. An the snack bar wuz always chock full o' goodies. Down comforters to sleep on. Gold-trimmed water fountains to drink frum. Servants to throw tennis balls. Plenty o' stuffie toys to play with.
Gruel to slurp. Durty water to drink. Cold, damp, dark floors to sleep on. Forced marches round an round the day yard. Guards to holler at us poor pups. Yeah, I had sum friends there. Maggie, Sadie, Daisy an Cooper. We wuz chained up together. We had to get along.
I had jus gotten the bars filed down to make my 'scape. Uh, nex time, please send sumfin bigger than a nail file in the cake.
I heard Mommy an Daddy callin our names.
The guard told us to make like we were ok an she would let us go with our pawrents.
An then we came home.
Life is good.
Back to barkin! Back to OP Zoe!
Back to sleepin in my own big bed.
Home, sweet home.