Several hours later, we landed in this place called Chicago.  I’m beginning to think if you’ve seen one airport, you’ve seen them all — more people smiling at me, more people asking to pet me and more of that “he’s the cutest puppy I’ve ever seen”.  You should have seen the oohs and aahs I got when my new Mom took me to the ladies room so I could pee on a pad.  They were just about ready to give me a Nobel prize for being so smart.

So we eventually get on another airplane which is pretty much the same routine — me napping on the floor at Mom’s feet until the plane lands in Manchester, New Hampshire. I’m starting to think this might be my new home because when we get to baggage claim, this guy walks up to Mom and takes my leash. Wait… he’s leading me away… doesn’t he understand how long it took me to train my new Mom how to walk with a puppy between her legs?

We manage to make it to the car, but after we drive back to pick up Mom we end up having to wait forever because the airline lost our luggage. Which doesn’t make much sense because our flight was delayed and they had at least three hours to get it on the plan. To make matters worse, they lied. They said they didn’t have time because of the weather delays… well… I don’t know much about the airline business, but maybe if they hadn’t taken the time to load the luggage belonging to people who weren’t on our plane, they might have had time to load ours. Oh, note to self: if you screw up, fess up because Mom gets really ticked if she catches you telling a fib.

We finally leave the airport and thirty minutes later, we’re pulling up in the driveway of my new home. Looks like a nice place… garage is a little messy, but I’m sure it’s better inside. Wait… what is all that racket? Sounds like a herd of elephants in there… Dad opens the door… oh my gosh! There’s two bigger versions of me!

One of them — his name is Larkin — is pretty laid back, but that other one! How in the heck can she have so much energy at three-o’clock in the morning! When all was said and done, our first meeting wasn’t all that great… but you’d be a little cranky too if you’d just spent thirteen hours traveling to a new home with people you’ve never met before.

Another note to self: I need to apologize in the morning, but for now… can I please, please, pretty please take a nap?

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