So anyway, they got me this thing here and I don’t really know what it’s for except they told me that in about five weeks they’re taking me to a place called Taranna, in the east, and that this is how I get to go on the aireyplane (whatever that is) with Jay, so I can be with him in the cabin eating peanuts and pretzels and watching the movie and talking to all the nice people who like little pups like me and biting all those who don’t because after all what’s not to like, right?
This thing here was sitting in my bedroom (you know, the one which Jay uses because I let him) on the floor for quite a while, and then suddenly here it was, moved to the living room, so I thought I’d try it out. You know, it’s not too bad. It’s spacious, cozy, comfy, even – dare I say it – a little “womby” in its way. I think it’ll be fine.
Now, what’s all this stuff about me having to be less than fifteen pounds? Jeez, you’d think the aireyplanes would be able to lift more than that!