PAWty Like It's 1999 . . . WHAT???

Saturday was the most mind-blowing experience of my life. It started as a normal day except I got a bath at 7 am.
That was when the weirdness happened. I was asked if I wanted to go Bye-Bye, and OF COURSE I said yes. I mean, when do I EVER say NO to Bye-bye???? Happily I got into my harness and leash and Mommy #1 led me outside and to the car. Then Mommy #2 followed with a CAT CARRIER and a map. This did not appear to be any kind of Bye-Bye that I'd ever gone on. We drove and drove and drove until we were really really close to this -

But instead of going over it, we turned into a big station for this

We climbed MOUNTAINS of stairs to reach a ticket box. Then Mommy #1 put me IN THE CAT CARRIER and took me through the gate. I THINK she was sneaking me aboard because she did NOT buy a ticket for ME! (editor's note: dogs in carriers ride free) I played along with the ruse, though, and kept quiet while in THE BOX. It was almost relaxing, to tell the truth.

We waited some minutes and then boarded this train-like thingy. It smelled of lots of different people but not a lot of dogs. Whatever. Then the doors slammed shut and with a LOUD, PIERCING whine the train took off. It was a noisy noisy ride which somehow lulled me to sleep. Next thing I knew we were exiting the train and TAKING MORE STAIRS!!! We emerged into light, air and lots of people! But I knew those sounds and smells - we were in SAN FRANCISCO!

I was allowed out of the CAT CARRIER at this point and we started walking. I was hoping we were going to see Puglet, Dutch and their human Amanda. No, Mommy #2 said. They are busy today with 1000 Pugs. BUT we have a surprise for you . . . you are going to see BELLATRIX!!!!!!

I was so excited by this news that I trotted down the street (well, of course Mommy #1 had a hold of the other end of my leash) SMELLING for BellaT.

When we got here Mommy #2 said "This is the place."

What happened next is even more amazing. But that will have to wait until tomorrow.

                                                                                           Here's a hint, though . . .