Travel Dog {Ridin’ in the “way back”}
Gracie here. Yes, it’s been a while since my last post because I have been extraordinarily busy (major photo shoot last month!). With the new CK market, keeping up with facebook and playing Words with Friends, I barely have time for the truly important things like beach walking and mid morning snoozes. Anyway, I decided to post today because I recently experienced a serious wrong that needs to be exposed to the world. It is known simply as the “way back”. As in way back yonder. As in stuffed in the back of a moving vehicle with no window to roll down. *gasp* As in PRISON!
I discovered this frightening place on a recent journey and felt I must warn everyone! Below is photographic evidence that I have indeed been there and survived to tell the tale (please note the look of sadness & hostility that I was conveying):
Astonishing, isn’t it? To the uninitiated, the “way back” is that apparently benign area in an SUV or hatchback where ANIMALS (they make it sound so sinister) are sometimes forced to sit against their will! Or if you are my pal, George, maybe it isn’t against your will because you are such a little brown-nosing pushover! For me it was like an alien abduction or some other equally horrifying experience over which I had no control. Like the television remote for example. Who says we can’t we watch Animal Planet 24/7? Besides my people, I mean. What is their deal anyway? Except for that stupid show Must Love Cats, Animal Planet rules! Come to think of it…the way back would be way better if there were a TV to distract me from my agony. Cheapskates!
Ok, fine. Perhaps I have some control issues. Maybe I get a little dramatic sometimes. That’s because I am a genius. A dramatic, controlling, lovable, super cute genius. And a genius, especially one that looks this good, DOES NOT RIDE IN THE WAY BACK!
Unless it is to escort the groceries home. That is a whole other story, my friends.









