As a general rule, we dogs love to roam; to sniff the farthest fire hydrant, pee on a previously undiscovered bush, and lick that inexplicably divine smelling object that always makes our human slaves screech before yanking us in the opposite direction. We have four legs, after all, and walkies is our favourite activity . . . but my human slaves have lost the plot altogether.
Let me start from the beginning.
I was born in Massachusetts, USA, and from when I first met them, my human slaves introduced me to travelling when they drove over two hours to bring me home. I was terrified, but I was young and soon forgot my woes as my human slaves showered me in love, affection, and doggie treats (for which I only had to sit or lie down ... humans are easily trained that way).
I thought it was going to be my forever home, and indeed it was for a long time. In my new home I learned to beg for food, knock my water bowl over just as my human slaves were expecting guests, tear holes in my squeaky toys, and chew the occasional inanimate object. . . which made my human slaves very animated indeed. Often said object would be pooped out a couple of days later, so I didn't see the big deal . . . in one end out the other, no harm done.
I was happy and had a few doggie friends I came to love very much. But all that started to change about five weeks ago.
I first noticed the house beginning to empty of all the things I loved to coat in fur. The chairs, the rugs, the blankets draped over the back of the sofas, and everything started to smell of . . . well, not of ME! Then, an angular creature with a swinging body and a smiling human face imprinted on it, appeared in my front lawn. It never blinked, not once, and I watched it for a long time to make sure. At the time, I didn't think I should trust that creature for one minute, and I was right. Later on, a human appeared, obviously summoned by the creature in my front lawn, and she bore the same suspiciously smiling face as it did. I should have known to growl instead lick, but I'm a pug . . . that's what I do.
Over the course of the next few weeks, my human slaves brought me out in the car at odd moments. Often they would drive to the park and while I had great fun, they would be talking in hushed voices the entire time. Every time this happened, there would be the smell of strange humans in my home when we returned. But I trusted my human slaves. They had never revolted over my leadership before, so I had no cause for true concern . . . until it happened.
One day some more strange humans came and took everything from inside my house . . . EVERYTHING! All my treats and bedding, everything! I was outraged. I tried to growl and bark at them, but I'm a pug, and it's not in my nature to be aggressive. I couldn't help but lick them (hangs head in shame.) But that wasn't the end of it. A few days later, my human slaves moved ME out of the house too!!!
I couldn't believe it. How could they? Admittedly, they did come with me, but still! And without even consulting me, their master, on the matter?
After the ignominy passed, it turned out that it wasn't too bad after all. We moved into a great new doggie house with only one room and one bed . . . so you know I was sleeping all over that, but I did allow my human slaves a small corner. The kennel had that lovely musty smell I adore so much, too, lots of bugs for me to eat, and, as if it couldn't get any better, a roof that dripped water right onto my head. If I licked the air long enough I could catch the drips like snowflakes. This quickly became my favourite thing to do because it rained a lot. No more boring doggie bowls for me. Oh no. Only the best for Luna Pugsley.
Although I did miss my old home, I was beginning to love this travelling business. I heard talk from my human slaves that we'll be moving out of this "dump" as they called it, and into a different kind of kennel. I can only hope that it will be as interesting as this one. Join me and find out.
Much pug love
Luna.
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