Dogs

I am staying with Rose and Papa Pierre and there are two other doggie visitors, Frannie and Rupert, but just to be clear, they are not as special as me. 

I’m not keen on the upheaval and it turns out for a good reason. It was a box that caused the big accident.

At last, the visitors have gone and Susan is home and I can sleep and dream. Yes, dogs can dream. I even growl and bark in my dreams. Now I can curled up tight in my cozy bed and I dream.

Susan never closes doors unless we have visitors.

Honestly, I have died and gone to heaven. Soooo…comfy!

And then ….oh boy, this bad …Rose opens the door and I am greeted by, not one but two dogs. 

You guessed it, next thing I know we are standing outside the Liston Animal Hospital