My mum is going to England soon to visit our grandparents so for the past few weeks my closet has housed a bright, burnt orange suitcase. I’ve watched packets of rice, soup mix, stuffing, Swiss Miss hot chocolate, a doggie car seat, a doggie bed, perfume, Boar’s Head horseradish, tea towels, spices, gobs of face cream, Excedrin (she’ll need that after consuming the cheap red wine my grandparents will be serving), and…the suitcase is full to the brim. All my mum has packed of hers are underwear, socks and dog printed pajamas. I guess she doesn’t plan on going far when she gets there! I asked myself, “Self, where is she going to put her clothes?” when another, smaller suitcase appeared which she said would go in the overhead. Well, at least if her luggage gets lost she will have something to wear other than doggie PJs although what will she snack on? If our mum is leaving, then it means we must be going on vacation. I’m sure it’s to the place where Saki has to be dragged into on all fours. Moi on the other hand can’t wait to get there because it’s a bark fest and I need to let all the other doggies know the master has arrived. Saki and I get to hang out and sleep in separate palatial suites because Saki snores and I need complete silence to fulfill my obligation of manning the joint. Our mum says that one day she will take us to England with her on QM2. Saki is already planning his attire for the Captain’s Cocktail Party and according to him, will look really dapper with his carrot shaped tail sticking out of his tux. I haven’t had time to think about my wardrobe except I know I’ll be all dressed up like a dog’s dinner and be Top Dog that night. When we do finally get to England, we’ll meet up with Señor Pedro and our cousin, Pepe, who could have a whole page devoted to him on this site with his antics, but, enough about him…this dog blog is all about ME and I say it’s time for a nap!