Lucy's Thoughts

'Grabbed and thrown in crate

My staff person thinks she is so smart - she gave us special treats yesterday - bonita flakes - but when I went to eat mine she tried to quietly close the bathroom door with me inside. Well I know what THAT means - the crate is coming upstairs. So I cried and complained and wouldn't eat my flakes and yes it was my turn to go into the box. But at least I didn't have to go to the white coats and get poked. I went to visit friends at a shop where they comb me and make me pretty. I pretend I don't like it and talk the whole time I am there about how horrible they are to me but I really felt good when I got home yesterday. My staff person kept telling me how beautiful I am and how nice I smell. I guess she can live, for now.