Time for a trip, says Snuffy

Snuffy said to me the other day, "I think it's time to go on a trip!"

"Hmm," I said. "Maybe you're right. Where do you think we should go?"

"What do I look like?" said Snuffy, "A travel agent?"

"Well, no..." I said.

"Do I have to do all the work around here?" 

"Well, you don't really do any work," I said. "Mostly you sleep all day and all night."

"Well, that is my JOB," said Snuffy.

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Yes," he said. "That is the job of all pugs - to sleep 16 hours a day. We are also required to  eat and poop on grass and sniff other dog's butts. But I need a vacation from work. That's why I said we should go on a trip!"

"OK," I said. "You never have to convince me to travel somewhere."

"But of course," said Snuffy, "we have to take Owen and Adele with us."

"Oh yes, I know," I said. "I wonder where they might like to go?"

"Somewhere where there's lots of dog kibble?" suggested Snuffy.

I thought for a moment. "I don't think so." Then I said "I know!"

Snuffy cocked his head and raised his eybrows.

"Let's go to a dude ranch where we can ride horses!" 

Snuffy looked at me suspicously. "Are you sure pugs can ride horses?" he asked.

"I know SOME dogs can ride horses," I said. "But you might be the first PUG ever to do it and then you could be famous! And when you're famous you can have all the dog kibble you want."

"Let's go!" said Snuffy. And he immediately started packing his suitcase.

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