I survived The Gulag
Hi everypawdy - it's me, Rita, again. I know I promised last week to tell you about my time at The Gulag, so here it is. Since it's Mischief Monday, let me just start by saying I didn't really get up to any mischief there. (Well, not too much anyway...) I was a very good girl! (No, it's my pawrents that got up to mischief - after all they left me to go to Maui!)
At The Gulag, they made me go on a diet and I think they drugged me! [
Note from Rita's
Momma - yes, they did probably give her less calories than we do, but
that was a good thing since (1) the vet said she needed to lose a couple
of pounds and (2) she was getting less exercise. And, yes, they gave
her some benadryl to help keep her quiet since she was on restricted
activity for 2 - 3 weeks because of possibly having panoesteitis.]
Here are some pics of what I did there. Mostly I had to work:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDogAiUc6ZtThhORVbB7BFTfmzfXUT4Pi1UGEbsnbAA81C2hbVO6IljaWTILJIzWLqrY7cC6DkL4ahgs87DapLRhSV1EPazz7UlqHkwpiGehvTlIe8SwYMqv2acGteZi00knJB2DMyqQ0/s320/0916-06+Gate+Patrol.jpg) |
I had to guard the gate |