I had to speak at a conference on Thursday about 75 miles from our house. The forecast called for rain and snow starting right before the morning rush hour so I decided to get a hotel room closer to the venue. Diego-san is the boy who knows what pulling out the suitcase means. Unfortunately Thompson chose the meal I put out right before I left as one he would skip altogether so he didn't get to eat for nearly 20 hours. Poor guy...
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We bet he ate a lot when you got home.
What? We thought you boyz had a concierge!
Oh, poor boy! He gets so upset with you leaving he won't eat :( Is there anyway you can take him with you and he can stay in the hotel room while you are working? I bet he wouldn't be any problem, as much as he sleeps and lays around. He needs extra lubbins when you get home, I bet (and extra food!)
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