Wait a minute, what happened? I could have sworn I was on the subway, sleeping in my LacostÃ© travel bag, piled onto Daddyâ€™s lap and now Iâ€™m suddenly under water? What are these fish doing here in my presence? Am I really underwater? I canâ€™t swim, I can barely float comfortably on a simple, inflatable pool boat for infants let alone be this close to deep sea creatures! Is Daddy really standing under water holding me? Iâ€™m so confused and so hungry. Maybe if I shift in this bag long enough Daddy will take me out of this water and away from these fish so he can give me a few soft-chew treats!
OH wait, now I know where I am. We’re at the 81st Street subway stop by the Museum of Natural History, along Central Park Westâ€”and this is just a seascape made of mosaic tiles. Whew, and here I thought I was gonna have to doggy-paddle myself out of this bag and away from the looming shark circling above my head! My Daddies are so silly, always playing tricks on me. Itâ€™s OK though, Iâ€™ll show them! I think tonight Iâ€™ll pee on their kitchen floorâ€”just before either one of them get the urge to walk into the kitchen without turning on the lights to grab a bag of Utz potato chips!