I hate the car! I hate the car!

It was another unpleasant car ride in my crate. I had to show my displeasure by complaining loudly for the first sixty miles, or so my person told her mother. Then I did the panting thing she finds so freaky. On the plus side, after the long, long journey we're in my second favorite place. And it's tree time. Lots of dangly things to knock off onto the floor. It didn't take me long to find some nice curly ribbon to chew on and tissue paper to shred. That made my person's mother very unhappy. I guess she didn't want to know what smelled so good in that present yet. Oh well.