Sunday

7:30 a.m.

Ugh! This is even more dreadful than I thought, my person-pal. I barely got a moment of sleep!

Y’see, the great big Sleep Room with all the doggy-pens might be super comfortable and filled with the most snooze-a-licious blankets and cushions, but every pooch in there was howling like a hungry werewolf for the entire night.

It seems everyone was having bad dreams…

By the time I finally dropped off to sleep it was after 3 a.m., and I was soon having the most gut-wrenching nightmare too! It was a howl-o-rific screamer about being chased by a giant stick of gnashing celery! At first I thought it wanted to eat me… but then I realized: It wanted me to EAT IT!!

Ugh!