Making Friends With Snoopy
I’m an easy-going kind of dog. I travel well. In fact, I fit under the seat of an airplane like carry-on luggage.
Well, I’m in the middle of another big trip adventure.
After taking a walk through a long airport called Dallas and finding the relief station, we got on another airplane, where I had a long nap.
When we finally landed in Santa Rosa, the smells became familiar. My ears perked up because I knew where we were! Things got even more familiar as I recognized a famous dog, but he couldn’t play and was larger than his pictures make him out to be.
He showed me his house, but I didn’t climb on top to hang out with him.
Apparently, this famous dog’s master lived here for many years and created lots of things called comic strips.
Christy loves Snoopy because he’s a writer, too.
Of course, I had to smile for a photo with a bronze-smelling statue of two of his friends before we moved onward to the next adventure in our travels.
