Today this terrible thing happened. Mom packed up all my stuff and we went back home. I was thinking that maybe we had a new place to live with great windows and swimming and kayaking and no Arya barking at me all the time.
But Mom said this was a vay-cay-shun and we had to go home.
Mom says we can come again and maybe Arya can come next time. <Sigh>
This is what I see when I dream: