Sometime tomorrow morning, just the HuMom and I, will sneak out of the house before Kiley gets up. She's packed my dog food and toys and we're taking the red siberian transporter on a long road trip to a place she calls "home".
I don't know where this home is. But Humom tells me we will be in the car for at least 12 hours. I think this place is somewhere south of the North Pole in a place Humom calls Lake George, NY. We'll be stopping along the way to visit friends. Staying with grandparents in something called an RV. I hope I get to ride in the front seat and stop at McDonalds' for cheeseburgers.
Maybe there will be snow?
I will send reports on my vacation.
Miss you already, Kiley.
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