I’m not sure if I ever mentioned this before, but we live very near Disney World. I know, because the sign near our house says so.
(don’t even ask how I can read. I have secrets I’ll never tell you)
But do you want to know what?
My family has never brought me to Disney!
Sure, sure. They don’t allow dogs. But that’s just because they’ve never met me! I know they’d make an exception!
Okay, to be completely honest, my family hasn’t been there since I got here, either. I hear them talk about “trading pins” and “cast members” and “favorite rides,” so I know they love it there, but for some reason they haven’t been!
When they get ready to take me on my walk every morning, that’s when I do the most talking. It’s the only time they’re okay with me talking (the rest of the time they think it means I want to bark at a dog going by behind our house so they put me outside). What they don’t know, though, is that the word I’m trying so hard to pronounce is ‘Disney.’
When it comes out right, I’m very sure they’ll find a way to take me!