I Don't Get to go to Mobile

I am sad today, because I just found out that the People are going to Mobile, and I do not get to go. I have to stay home with a housesitter who won't even be here very often, and I will be a lonely, lonely Pug dog locked up in "his room"; ie, the bathroom. I am used to being with my People 24/7, or at least 20/7 on a bad day. How can I endure being alone? The Woman says she feels bad about having to leave me with a housesitter, but that I just can't go to Mobile with her, because she is going for work. I wish a blogger friend would come save me from my bad Pug Owners. Perhaps I need to contact a Pug Rescue organization.

Speaking of Pug Rescue, the Woman told me last night she was going to send me to a Pug Rescue organization, because I peed on the floor out of spite while she was at the grocery store. She didn't send me off though. I guess I'm kind of glad, but with this news of her abandoning me for a week while she traipses around Mobile, I would rather go to Pug Rescue. Poor Norman...

She also says I can't go to Mr. Chris's house, because he has his hands full with too many dogs and sometimes a house of kids. She acts like I am high-maintenance or something. Geesh. Mr. Chris can handle one more mouth to feed!