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Saturday, June 28, 2003

Home Alone

They thought that they were going to leave me behind but I was onto them. I saw the signs. The rushing around shouting at each other. The packing of bags. The open car boot.
I tried to stop them. I sat by the front door. They stepped over me. I sat on their bag’s. They pushed me off. I tried looking at them with big worried eyes. They told me not to worry.

The car was getting full, and if they weren’t careful there wouldn’t be room for them let alone for me. The girl spotted me prowling around the back of the car. She shouted:

“what do you think you are doing there belle?”

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to return to the house and risk getting left behind, at the same time I knew that an angry girl was less likely to take me with her than a happy girl. I thought quickly and hopped in the car. My plan worked and she shut the boot. “Phew safe” I thought.

When the car stopped and I got out they looked at me all puzzled.

“where’s her lead?” the man asked my girl
“I thought you put her in the boot? I saw her wandering around the front of the car then she saw me and jumped in”

They both looked at me at laughed and told me I was a daft dog. Personally I can’t see what is so daft about not wanting to get left behind.

Posted by Belle

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