Papi went off in an airplane yesterday and I was very sad because suitcases are always bad news. Mami came back though, and then I spent all night growling and woofing from my bed to show her that I was on the job. She didn't seem all that happy to hear me though. She kept telling me to be quiet.
But now Papi's stuck somewhere called Chicago because his plane had some trouble and then he missed his flight to some other place called Europe. I'm not really sure what's happening except he's stuck. He's gonna keep trying to get a different plane but if they don't get him on a plane by Sunday, I think he's just gonna come home. Poor Papi.
Here's a picture of me with Tia Candace on Christmas Eve. She gave me some cool toys.
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