Hola todooos! I had such a very long and hard day, I can't even tell you. Really, I can't...because I can't keep my eyes open but I will be muy valiente and try.
First that horrible wakey wakey thing squealed in my ear at 6am. Does foster lady have no sense? No one gets up at six! I am a Spanish dog. I get up late, I take a siesta and then I stay up until 1am. This is the way the world works,
vale?
But no, we got up early - at least this meant I got my brekkie early too - and then we went to see my friend Helga. She has something called a 'praxis' where she is the big boss so ALL her dogs go to work with her. I love going to Helga's praxis because she has lots of stuffies for me to cuddle and I get to wander around in all the treatment rooms and investigate.
Today I also had to do some assistie-dog work - I don't know what that means but that's what foster lady calls it. I assistied by letting foster lady stroke my ears while she was getting her foot treatment. Helga was making it hurt very bad, so I stayed right by foster lady's side and assistied her like a pro. Foster lady told Helga after the treatment that her foot felt better, but I think she was just happy that Helga stopped making it hurt.
Then I very bravely got into my enemy the big glass elevator. I hate that thing. Why can't it be like the elevator where foster lady and I park our car? That one has NO glass and there's almost always pretzels on the floor. Elevator made of pretzels = good. Elevator made of glass - muy muy MALO!
We walked and walked and walked in the rain until we got to the mean bum lady. She also has a 'praxis' but it's not as nice for dogs. There was a puppy waiting there too and I tried to warn him about the bum lady, but foster lady just told me to 'wait' and gave me a cookie.
We had to wait almost two hours but when we saw the mean bum lady she was nicer than the last time. Foster lady MADE the bum lady give me a treat. Yay! But I have to wear a new boot and got two stings in my shoulder. Boo!
Then we had a little siesta at home - foster lady did this thing called 'packin'' and I guarded the sofa. Here I am getting my snooze on with my new boot:
Foster lady says the shots I got at the bum lady's praxis made me sleepy. She may be not wrong about that. ZZZzzzzzz..
Next up it was the hair salon. Foster lady's hair cutter asked her to bring me in for her next appointment...so she did! The hair cutter has a black lab too and said I was sooooo handsome. Everyone was very impressed with how I sat and relaxed right next to foster lady. Nice people came up to give me pets and COOKIES - mmmmm delicious cookies. There was another dog there too who ran around helping customers but I was very good and didn't try to play with him. He was workin' after all.
Then came the bad part. Nice hair cutter lady asked a man to dry foster lady's hair. Foster lady wanted to get home and keep packing for our big trip, but the man was very determined. I didn't like the sound of the hair dryer but I was very brave and stuck by foster lady's side. It took SO long and foster lady kept making funny faces at me like she wanted to run away. It took 1.5 hours of that wooshy wooshy hair dryer thingy. 1.5 hours! And foster lady only has hair on her head...imagine how long this man would take to dry a dog like me with hair all over his body?
That meant no more time for this packing thing. I got my dinner, foster lady rushed us to Helga's for dinner - you CAN'T be late for dinner in Germany, no no. I had a great time playing with another foster dog named Greta and Helga has the world's best stuffie collection, but now I'm so so tired.
Foster lady says we have to get up early tomorrow and do more of this packin' business. Otherwise, she says, she will have to strap me on top of the Tardis on our way to the UK. I don't really know what that means, but it doesn't sound good for yours truly OR my Bunny. I'm just going to have to pounce on her head very early in the morning so that she gets a LOT done mañana!