My trip to NY

Well, after Mom and I were back at Casey's house, she (Casey not Mom) put me in a cat carrier for a kennel. Hey, dang it I'm no cat. Dog, get it? There is a reason DOG is GOD spelled backwards.
The whole lot of them Mom, Casey, her husband Derwood and the two grandsons Nik and Billy went someplace to eat and watch guys knock each other off of horses. When they finally came back, man did that box stink and was I ever glad to get out.
Then after a while Mom and I went back to a hotel she rented before she bought me. I guess hotels aren't for dogs (go figure) so she smuggled me in.
I kind of missed my mother, brothers and sisters (even the vain sister), so I whimpered at little (just a little, I'm a guy after all) so to keep me quiet Mom let me sleep with her in the Big Bed. It was neat but, man can that woman snore.
Mom would take me to Casey's while they went shopping and stuff. Then at night I went back to the hotel with Mom and the Big Bed.
Well, I guess she got tired of the place cause finally she and the grandson , packed up and put me in the car. I was really little, so the boy Billy held me on his lap. He's an okay guy, he held me nice, but every so often we would stop and he would put a white thing in his mouth and somehow burn the end of of it. Smoke would come out of his mouth and wow, talk about cat carrier stink, whatever that white thing was it was way worse.
We finally stopped for good. Riding is okay but I was glad to get all fours on solid ground. And when we got into that house boy, did I have to poop. So I did.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK TO SEE HOW MOM TRIED TO TEACH ME WHERE TO POOP.