Take Me HOME…

I get a little car sick when we drive. Not so bad, certainly I can still down my four chicken nuggets in the parking lot, but mostly I sit or lay, facing the door (praying to get out, obviously AFTER the nugget stop). You know, they shove me in here (maybe they trained me to eagerly jump in, but that was for BACON, which, by the way, I haven’t seen in ages) and we drive like 3 or 4 hours and then the very next day, we do it AGAIN.? Can’t my humans plan…we don’t do this so often, just enough for me to miss those nuggets and foolishly jump right back in…