Not Oasis Day

A longish drive ended with my four paws landing on the pavement outside the Dog (Not) Oasis. I tried to jump back into my crate as soon as I realised this, but mum had already slammed the door shut. Grrr. I tried the not-move strategy. I cried. Nothing helped. Grrr.

I know for a fact that mum had had a burger and fries while she was gone. She also had a very nice walk on the beach, apparently. Without me. On a beautiful sunny winter’s day. If she at least could do something boring while I endure ninety minutes of near torture. Like vacuuming or something.

Grrr pretty much sums up my day.