[Dailydrool] Late for the London adventures

[Pamela McQuade via Dailydrool]

"Horton, get a move on it! If you don't, we'll get to London and all the 
bassets will be gone! Cleo bellowed at her younger brother. "Did you 
pack everything we need? Food, treats, a gift for the London hounds?"

"You don't have to be so loud," Horton barked back. "I packed everything 
but your tutu--which doesn't matter, since you don't own one." He tried 
to pile all the luggage on Dexter's back, but his blind brother just sat 
down, and every piece of baggage slid to the floor.

"Who do you think I am, your bellboy?" an edge of irritation sharpened 
Dexter's usually sweet voice.

"Stop arguing, boys," Cleo interrupted. "We're late for the airport. 
They'll only hold that CH-53 for a short time. It's a miracle the male 
human got them to lend it to us, and we don't want those Marines to find 
another use for it. We need to fly the Good Ship Lollipup to London 
right away. I'm not waiting for you!" She barged out the door, stumpy 
tail flying.

Horton grabbed two bags and strapped the last one on his brother's back. 
"Don't lose it! It's all your stuff, he warned Dex. Nose to the ground, 
Dex followed his adopted siblings to the Uber that had just drawn up 
before their home. All three hounds jumped in the backseat, throwing 
their luggage in the back of the SUV as they leapt in.

"We're off, cried Cleo, sticking her nose out the window to be sure the 
driver was taking the right route.