Travelling Dog II

It's not that I don't like being on holidays. It's just that I am not very fond about travelling. I mean, of course if you bribe me with sufficient sweets I might be comfortable with it after all ;-)

Travelling Dog

My mom is a total aficionado of a certain coffee store that also sells bags and cloth on a weekly changing basis. This week they had this cute travel bag on offer and as some trips are coming up... see what I got: Very chique, very my style. And they say I can travel for free on the train as long as I stay inside this fashionable doggy bag. BUT of course I don't go in there for free. You have to bribe me with my favourite Leckerli. I'll then consider.
It merely depends if I get the cookie withoug going inside or not.
And this is how it looks like when I got the Leckerli and they secretly closed the door behind me. But I don't mind too much. At least it means I don't have to walk always...

Take a bath...

My dad thought I was stinking. Can you believe that? Telling me that I was not smelling sweet and fluffy and cute? And I even had put on some "outside-world" perfumes, but nobody ever recognized how difficult it is to make them stick to you.
Well, asking for mercy didn't help a bit... I ended up in the shower: All of you that EVER said I was fat: look at this!!!!! I am thin as a super model (Germany's next top dog, actually)! It's only the fur that makes me look so posh.
And I definitely feel better as my posh and cuddly self. So, I am almost dry and I will rest now. More adventures are lying ahead for sure.