On the road again

Since our hooman found us, we've always had food in the morning, except this morning we didn't get it like normal. Instead, our hooman friend said we were going for another ride. It was a long ride, and when we got out we went into another little building that smelled kinda like the last one. It was noisier too, with a lot of other guys there barking.

Our friend told the other hoomans there that we were supposed to be nootied (or something) and then he patted us on the head and said "good luck!" Then he left.

Rocky and I were both feeling a little uneasy, though we couldn't explain why. The hoomans were being really nice to us. They talked to each other a lot, then said "We cant nootie them until their skin clears up and the fekshun is gone." Same as last time, we had to go sit in cages with the other guys. This time was longer. It got dark, then light a few times before we got to go out for another ride.

Our old hooman friend was gone and a really friendly lady hooman said she was going to take us to our new foster home. Rocky started acting all goofy and wagged his tail all the way, when he wasn't scrathcing his face, that is. He's really starting to look pretty ugly, but I didn't want to tell him and hurt his feelings. He may be ugly, but he's my brother.

Love, Normie