Gypsy Jabbers: Visiting Dad

This is a post I had on my "Living a Dream" blog. I felt I should cross post it here.

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That lady who feeds me put me in the car, without Tucker. At first I was a bit nervous, thinking we might be going to that place that smells terrible and where I get shots. 

But we passed by that stinky place and kept driving. 

I became curious and more curiouser about where we were going.

We went into a huge building. 

Then we went into a small room with doors 

that opened and closed all by themselves.

I wasn't happy with the way my tummy felt

when I was in that tiny room with the funny doors.

We went around a corner and down a long hall.

There were all kinds of interesting smells.

I could smell a cat behind one door.

There was a dog behind another door.

She barked at me.

Then we went into a place where there was

a man called, "Dad".

Me and "Dad" talked a bit.

We had a fine visit.

I hope I can go back and visit "Dad" again!