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Current mood:  nauseated Category: Life
So the morning we are leaving and the plan is to check Jax in at 5 in the am the crafty little bastard gets off his leash at 450 and takes off on a mad dash around the parking lot of the residence in off 121 (a six lane high way for those of your who don't know). My mom and I struggled to coax him into the car, the hotel, our armes. . .finally with the help of a Whataburger employee we propped open the door of the fast food joint and with a trail of copious amounts of fired food, lured the pup into the big W. There he was dog piled, pun intended, and put in the car where we proceeded to DFW, and hour after his scheduled arrival. But this little story does not end there, oh no. Jax vomited 5 times, expelling said copious amounts of fried food on the floor of the airport in front of he AA check in desk. . .Poor Jaxon.
12:52 PM
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