This is me, at the National Quartet Convention in Kentucky. I was the "star" of the show. You can call me "The Director."    Read my story below.

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"Jake the Traveler" 

As told by Jake

My name is Jake and I'm a traveler.  My Momma and Daddy have a mobile recording studio.  When they travel with their business, they don't leave me in a kennel because they would be sad and so would I.  I have my own travel bag.  When they get it out, I jump right into the bag and tell them "I'm ready!"

We travel in a motor home.  Sometimes, we stop and stay overnight in a hotel.  My Dad carries a sports bag into the hotel.  I'm inside that sports bag.  The bag is closed except for 4 or 5 inches at the end of the zipper.  I use this hole for my sniffer to breathe.  I know not to make a sound, so we don't get into trouble.  When we finally get into the hotel room, with the door closed, I jump out of the bag like a "Jack in the Box."  You might call me "Jake in the Bag."

I guess you’re wondering what kind of dog I am to be able to travel into a hotel in a sports bag. I’m a Shih Tzu, and I fit into that bag just fine.

My Mom says I’m cleaner than a lot of people who stay overnight in hotels. I agree with her, because sometimes, I get a lot of dirty sniffs in rooms where we stay.

When I have to use the bathroom, my Dad carries me outside in my travel bag and into the motor home. Then, he lets me outside to pee or poop. After I’m finished, I hop back into the bag, and back into the hotel we go. Works out just fine.

One time, we almost got into trouble, because of my sniffer. We had spent the night in a hotel and we were leaving the next morning. My Dad was carrying me in my bag, of course. Our neighbor, in the next room, had ordered breakfast and the tray was sitting right outside our room. Their breakfast consisted of eggs, orange juice and, my very favorite food, Bacon. I’ll tell you, I could not control my sniffer. It worked so hard, I couldn’t keep it quiet. I could hardly stand it. I wanted a piece of that bacon. My Momma and Daddy walked real fast down that hotel hallway trying to get me away from that bacon, and not blow our cover.

We entered the elevator along with a very nice gentlemen. The nice man noticed my bag and commented “You have a bag just like mine.” My Mom and Dad just smiled and agreed and, of course, I stayed “real quiet.” When the man got off the elevator, my Mom made a comment to my Dad. She said, “I’ll bet he doesn’t have the same thing in his bag as we have in our bag.” I just smiled and lay quietly until we reached the motor home where I jumped  out of the bag like a “Jake in the Bag.”

Happy Motoring,

Jake

By j swann

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