My first barbecue

I'll write about my trip to Gotenba near Mount Fuji today.

That day, I was so excited since Mom and Papa took me for a drive.

I enjoyed looking at the sky, greenery, and buildings from my car.

Everything ran by so fast!

I also enjoyed many many smells -- small dogs, old dogs, puppies, young girl dogs.

Woof, Woof!

Oh, it was exciting.

And I didn't doubt that I would stay with Mom and Papa after driving.

In the evening, Papa stopped car and Mom told me "We have arrived!"

I wagged my tail hard.

I got out of the car with Mom.

What an amazing thing.

Mr. K was there!

Some well behaved dogs too.

I wagged my tail harder.

Mom and Mr. K were talking about something.

I thought it must be about my dinner or walking.

I wagged my tail harder and harder.

Mr. K took my leash and told me

"Let's go!"

So I went with him -- I thought, 'oh, it's my happy walking time with Mr. K'.

But I was too optimistic.

I was put into a cage and I couldn't see Mom and Papa ever again.

Mom: "Hey, Bobby Lee, what? You are with me now, right?"

I mean that it felt like "forever"!

Don't destroy my story, Mom.

Well, I was alone in a cage the whole night in a place where I'd never been.

Mr. K came to see me sometime, but he didn't stay long and I was again alone in the cage.

Mom: "Dogs were not allowed at the hotel for the night."

I'm not a dog! I'm Bobby Lee!

Mom: "Well, it is a bit difficult for you to understand."

Mom: "I think that you should make a point in this story. What do you want to write about?"

I wanted to write that I was very lonely in Gotenba at night.

(Mom: Actually we left him the next night too since we stayed at a hotel again.)

Mom: Write about the BBQ with Mr. K or fetching the ball in the big nature.

If you say so, I have to.

Next day, Mom and Papa came up in the morning.

I usually feel that Mom and Papa are just like air, just there ... I mean that I don't care about the meaning of existence.

But in the morning, I actually cried out of happiness at seeing them again.

Mom: I think I should explain for Bobby Lee's story that we went to the BBQ party of the dog training school where Mr. K works. 

Mom: We also saw well trained dogs' training competition and agility competition ... it started at 8 am and went on until night.

I ran and ran and fetched the ball and ran again.

Papa told a lady that he wanted to have a Malinois - like the dog next to me - but for some reason he somehow chose me.

I was shocked to know that I was not the true baby of Mom and Papa.

I felt kind of jealous of the dog next to me.

He was acting like a very smart guy.

Mom: "He was not acting. He was a very smart dog."

I was a very good dog since I thought that I would be left alone again if I was a bad boy.

I didn't want to be alone ever again, especially at night.

"Hello brown puppy, I'm Bobby Lee. Nice to meet you, puppy."

I introduced myself and my people to many other dogs.

See? I'm a good boy.

Look at the dogs around Papa.

They are not looking at Papa, they only care about the YAKITORI chicken which Papa had.

I would never do such a childish thing.

Mom: "They were so cute."

Mom, you are mean.

You are mean only to me and so nice to other dogs. That's why I don't like other dogs very much.

Mom: "Well well well. By the way, did you like the trip?"

Yes ... Mom ...