I kept going round and around in a tight circle hoping to find just the right spot to settle down for the night. I was having a hard time getting to sleep. The whirl of the computer fan and blinking light made me feel even more restless. Finally, I just couldn't stand it any longer. Here was the chance I had been waiting and thinking about for some time. I knew I could do it. I had watched everyone in the family type on the keyboard millions of times. I knew just what to say.
I made a flying leap for the chair. I wiggled into the seat, flipped opened the computer top, placed my paws on the keyboard and like magic began to type. I have been bursting to tell my road trip story. Just because I am a dog doesn't mean I’m not smart enough to figure out how to use the computer. I want to get my stories out there in cyberspace. I have heard Mrs. S talk about tweets, Facebook and blogging and I knew this type of writing life was just for me. I would name my story Bella’s Road Trip.
As I was resting in my usual napping place near the front window, I began to notice a lot of increased activity. Mr. C and Mrs. S were in a flurry of activity packing bags and making many trips out to the van. I began to pace back and forth. I was worried.. What was going on? "Hey what about me" I wanted to shout! They must have figured out I was worried. “Bella relax we are all going on a road trip down south.” said Mr. C.” This will be a lot of fun.”
Road trip what does that mean I wondered? I was nervous watching all my stuff being packed. In a large bag Mrs. S put in my favorite treats: milkbones and rawhide bones, a Frisbee. blue ball, bed and even my water dish. I was confused. I like our house right here. What is a road trip anyway? What does south mean? How far away are we going from our house?
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