Oh mis amigos, I am so tired! ML and I got up at 4am AGAIN, then I finished supervising the packing and then we drove for 11 hours! Dios mio, I am sick of reclining amongst my many pillows in the TARDIS and gazing at the sky though its glass roof. Life is hard for a traveling dog.
Now have had my dinner and am cuddled in the bed at the hotel. ML is un pocito, a little, grumpy and keeps ranting about germs and hotels that only give you two pillows. I am going to put her to bed now and make her sleep through the magical power of my soft Spanish gentleman snoring. We will both feel better in the morning.
Wait! What? Only TWO PILLOWS?! Oh no, no, this does not work for me. Vale, OK, here is the plan: when ML goes into the shower, I take both pillows and sit on them as if they are ducklings I am trying to hatch. I will be so adorable that ML will not dare to remove my precious pillows from me.
Maybe ML is right and hotels are not so nice. Thank goodness, tomorrow ML will take all our pillows out of the TARDIS and put them in our new house. Ojala! A dog must have his pillows! And her pillows too!