Oh my, I didn't see that coming! My owner has been given this great opportunity to go the US for 6 months with her work. Don't ask me what she does, something with computers that's all I know. They don't interest me - sausages, sticks and tummy tickles are what count in my life.
She comes home the other night and drops this bombshell of clearing off to the US. What happens to me then? I've heard her on the phone - "do you want to foster a dog" - I'm guessing she means me? She never asked me if I wanted to be fostered. Then there is all this talk of taking me with her. Something about pet passports and aeroplanes.
Don't get me wrong - I love her to bits but she knows I hate the car and the nearest I've been to an aeroplane is when they fly over our house. I don't think I'm going to like this one bit.
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