The day I leave home has arrived. The humans in Liverpool are excited, especially big dog human who has to watch American Chopper to calm down (it was the only thing on according to his channel hopping at a stoopidly early hour). Me I’m chilled, Helen my human in Derby gives me a bath. I resist the temptation to do a Henry Cooper and ‘Splash it all over, yeah, yeah, yeah!’ but I ain’t no brut.
The little dog human proves to be a little hard to wake, eventually the cold flannel does the job. He don’t want to get up until he’s remeinded that today is the day to fetch me and he positively leaps out of bed. They are over cautious on the journey time and have a couple of hours to kill in Derby. They fill it by buying me things like shampoo, a tooth brush and the odd treat.
A little early they arrive to pick me up. A quick Q and A session with Helen, and into the cat box for the journey along with the little dog human’s blanket that he letft for me. I’m not certain if it’s the car journey or the fact that I’m leaving home but I do have a little whinge in the back of the car. Thing is the little dog human is great, he comforts me and calms me down and we get to know each other. Nice kid, if a little funny looking, I can’t see a tail on him and he’s got weird multi-colour fur.
Around 11.30 we get home. The new place is alright, I can tell that because first thing they do is to take me out and then give me food. They seem to want me to pee to order, what’s that all about? They must be into that sort of thing because I get heaped with praise when I manage (mind you it’s hard going with an audience). I also discover the delights of chasing leaves in the garden.
The rest of the day is filled with another meal, playing with each human in turn and some kip. I think I’ll like it here.
Tracy said,
June 30, 2008 @ 5:45 am
Welcome home Sam, glad to hear that you like it.