The Peanut Butter-ish Substance Incident

Today I met a new friend.  We were walking around this neighborhood in Jasper, AL when these two dogs came running up to us.  One was really shy and ran away pretty quickly but the other one decided to walk with us and give me a tour of the area.  My dad checked to see if the dog had a collar and it didn’t so he thought it was a stray, but she was soooo nice.

She showed me how they chase squirrels in Alabama, which is exactly how I do it in Salem, MA.  Mom and dad got worried that my new friend was going to follow us back to the hotel or maybe get run over by a car.  They didn’t want the my new friend following us.  My dad took a bunch of my treats and lured the dog back to the spot she joined us while mom and I ran back to the hotel.  Then my mom went and got my dad in the car.  I was pretty upset about my new friend not being able to come with us.  I didn’t want to ride in the car anymore either because it was boring.  I think I overhead my dad say that we were only halfway to Colorado, too.  I'm not getting in the car!

When we got in the car for the day, I was pretty upset.  I panted a lot and didn’t want to sleep or lay down.  To make matters worse, I DO NOT like rumble bars or speed bumps.  Everytime my dad saw a bird flying and took his eyes off the road for a second, he swerved onto the shoulder and hit the rumble bars.  Who can relax when you are in fear for your life?  My parents decided that I could go to Petsmart and pick another car toy to play with.  The started looking for one in Mississippi, but couldn’t find one close to our route, but I guess it is OK to stop for stupid pictures.

We went through Memphis, TN and my dad got pulled over by a police man.   We all had trouble understanding what he was saying.  My dad gave him some papers and apologized for going 58 MPH in a 40 MPH zone.  The officer asked dad for more papers and dad couldn’t find them all.  I think the officer just got frustrated with the situation and let my dad go because he didn’t want to do all the paperwork.  Dad decided just to get out of Memphis and we didn’t go to the Petsmart there.  Finally we stopped in Conway, Arkansas.  The last time I went to a Petsmart, I got a bath, tick medicine put on me, fur-minated, and attacked by a blow dryer.  Going here made me even more nervous that something else was going to happen to me.  My parents huddled up and decided to buy me an activity toy for the car.  They didn’t want me to have the stuff I picked and decided they knew what was best for me.  This Kong toy is like a ball but they stuff treats, which don’t taste very good, inside of it and I’m supposed to be all excited to figure out how they come on so I can eat them.  Also, it has grooves on the outside that hold peanut butter.  Well, it is a peanut butter flavored putty that comes out of a can like cheese whiz.  My dad spent like 25 minutes carefully filling all the cracks with this nasty putty and the inside with treats.  He was so excited to give it to me.  He placed it in the backseat with me and I checked it out and rolled it around a little bit, but the stuff tasted nasty.

So my dad is pretty upset with me right now.  He said we spent sixty bucks and incurred a 45 minute delay by going to Petsmart and there is peanut butter EVERYWHERE.  It is on the back of the seat, the floor mats, my face, my feet, and everywhere my feet and face went.  He was pretty upset.  I tried.  I messed with it for about 30 seconds, but I didn’t like it.  I said, “Nah, I’ll just stare at the back of the seat and breath heavy some more.”  And by “some more”, I meant for two more days.