The Petshotel aka The Slammer

This is the front of "the Slammer" where me and the little Midget will be held. It's called the Petshotel, but I call it "the Slammer' cause it is the slammer. You get shoved into a teeny little cell, so what else would you call it. We will be detained for three long days. I don't know about your dog house, but in my dog house, you don't have to do anything wrong to get thrown in the slammer. You can be as good as gold, and this is what you get. Jail. There's something wrong with the humans in my dog house. This is the prison warden. He will be watching us to make sure we don't escape. Don't let that big smile fool you, he's meaner than a grizzly bear looking for food. His name is Caesar. Caesar, as in the Dog Whisperer? Hey, is he the Dog Whisperer? I need to have a chat with him about my humans. They need help.

G-Mom and G-Pop are going to Santa Barbara. G-Mom said G-Pop works too hard and needs a rest. Yeh, right!! I heard them talking behind my back and they said something about wine tasting and the beach. They are big fakers.

I am going on strike! This is just not fair. I will be the baddest, meanest chihuahua when they get home. I'll fix them.