Buddy Bear and the Road trip

I'm back from my very exhausting trip, across the country and back! phew! My family (all 5 of us) piled into our van, as well as our huge suitcases. Unfortunately not all hotels are "Doggy Friendly" so we had to leave the Yorker at home. He expressed his sadness by sobbing atop his only possession in his house that he can claim his, His leather sofa. He begged saying, "I'll eat hamburger instead of steak, I'll also drink the tap water instead of being feed little ice cubes. I'll be good! I promise I'll only order room service for breakfast, and I'll sleep on the bed next to the air conditioning so no one gets cold." Okay so he didn't really say that, we just assumed that is what he said. So we took him to the doggy Hotel ( the vets office) and he waved goodbye with his sorrowful look as he begged not to have the cell next to bowzer the angry bull dog. Of course he is just a little drama king, and was taken very good care of, except they trimmed his very long nails, which I was perceive was very difficult for the vets, that they got revenge on us by sharpening his nails. Although I don't blame them, two Hulk Hogans, the sweet vet, the cone of shame and some medicine to knock him out, all while being strapped down to the table, wouldn't be enough to get his nails simply groomed. He will let you comb him, bathe him, and blow dry his hair, put him in a sweater and call him a baby, but he won't let you trim his nails. 

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