Experiment

Quick! Call PETA! My humans are doing experiments on an animal!

All summer I went away on weekends and Arrow went to City Park. Where he seems perfectly happy. But this week the humans are going to experiment and Arrow’s the guinea pig—no offense to all the wonderful guinea pigs in the world.

They're taking Arrow camping with me! He’s very excited. (He’s always very excited so it’s hard to tell if it’s about camping.)

First my mom bought him a new crate. He has a chewed up one that he uses in the car. (Cause he barfs a lot in the car.)

We have a giant one at home. When we go camping I use it as my cabin when I need some privacy. It was my friend Pica’s puppy crate so it has that good doggie smell. I sleep in it. At home sometimes me and Arrow play in it. Arrow goes in it in the morning to wait for his walkie.

My mom bought this one for Arrow. Too small. She forgot how much room Arrow’s ears take up.

The chewed up car crate is a good size. My mom brought it in and I started sleeping in it. At first she couldn’t find me.

Then she took Arrow with her to return the small one. They found one that was just right. High enough for his ears and long enough for a barf section.

Sometimes doggies ask me why Arrow goes to City Bark when I go camping. Many reasons.

I am not always the friendlier dog, but I am the civilized dog. I don’t pee in the tent. Or on the outside of it. I don’t climb on the picnic table. I don’t yap and cry if I am left alone for a second. Even in the crate. I don’t run away. I don’t bark at every doggie I see. I don’t chew up human’s stuff like their underwear and shoes. I don’t howl and bark and scratch at the tent if I hear animal sounds outside at night. (OK, once I did) And I don’t barf in the car.

The grand experiment will begin Friday night. The humans are prepared to leave if Arrow gets them thrown out of the campground. My mom thinks we should just camp in the woods somewhere. Maybe we’ll have to.