Crikey, what are they doing to me? Shoved in a little plastic box, made to wait for hours, shoved in an aeroplane and not even given a window seat, let alone a meal.
Finally I get transported to a really cold shed, then these men come and look at me, and I was so pleased to see them I tinkled on the table!
Then it was off to this place with two other dogs just like me. And two furry things called kats. Me and the dogs had a bit of trouble understanding each other to start with cause they speak some sort of colonial dialect. Not the Queen's English like me.
I had heaps of fun there. We went to the beach and played in the sand, then later on in the day some more like me arrived. They spoke strangly too. But I really hit it off with one called Banderbear. She likes playing just like me.
The next day Banderbear and I went to a dog show. It was cool! So many people to talk to and dogs too.
Then off I went home with Banderbear. Far away from where I was born.
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