Last Monday, Uncle Jared came to visit me at the vet's office. I kept trying to get the point across to him that I wanted to go awol (escape) and I needed his help. He let me know that with all the staff members at the vet's office right there, it would be tough to make a clean getaway. Uncle Jared also told me that my favorite aunt Lori Kelly might try to stop by later in the week. I asked Uncle not to let her know about my escape plans. The reason for this was that I was planning to talk her into the same escape plan, and with her fast Pontiac, my plan would be much easier to accomplish. I had visions of Aunt Lori and me being like Thelma and Louise in the movie, and I didn't even care which one of us was Thelma.