Hi pals, it's me Herman!!! back with an exciting week of Time Travel to 2014 when I flew to Las Vegas beside my pawrents to attend my first Blogpaws adventure. The week started out very exciting since I'd never been on a plane. But soon after we arrived, my pawrents realized I was in trouble and mom had to call 9-11.
I kept a diary of my adventure, as follows:
Dear Diary, My pawrents jerked me out of a sound sleep at 3 in the fweakin' morning. I thought we were driving in the car up to Michigan, like we always do. But this time, they stuffed me inside a pet carrier. Oh no, I thought. I'm going to the vet! I like my vet plenty, but not at 3 in the fweakin' morning.
But my pawrents had a surprise. Instead of driving, we were flying in a plane to Las Vegas for the 2014 BlogPaws convention. Yay! I had a special reservation because I'm...well, special. And Delta gave my mom special treatment saying she didn't have to take off her shoes to walk through security. Me either! But I did have to leave my Petmate carrier when Mom carried me through the x-ray machine. Boy, I would have loved to have seen that x-ray. Then we had to have our hands and paws swabbed for suspicious stuff...like chocolate and catnip. Hey, I wasn't holding! It was...some other kitteh.
We brought Mosey, my Gen7Pet stroller on the trip, wrapped in bubble wrap and tucked inside a plastic bag. When we checked onto the plane, we had my stroller put aside for the flight since it wouldn't fit in the overhead box.
I had my own ticket and it cost Dad plenty. I had to ride in my carrier, on the floor under the seat, like I was Mom's purse. But it was an early flight and no peoples sat next to Mom, so she snuck me onto the seat for the flight. Naturally, I behaved.
It was a three hour, non-stop flight. I napped a lot. The nice flight attendants said I was a good boy and wouldn't mind taking me home. I get that a lot.
I hadn't been feeling well for awhile. My fire pee was raging again and I'd been taking a couple different medicines to make it go away.
Anyway, Mom keeps good notes on stuff, cuz she's a writer...and she noticed I hadn't pooped in a couple of days.
Then we drove away from "Sin City" into the desert. Our hotel was about thirty minutes away, The Westin Lake Las Vegas Resort & Spa.
But I didn't care about the view right then. Mom got me settled in our room, set up my water bowl and food noms, and my litter box.
So after I ate and used the litter box, I skipped drinking water and called it a night, even though the sun was still shining. Tomorrow would be a big day for me.
As I lay my widdle head down and drifted into dreamland, I had no idea just how big...