My PL came home. She fed the cats.
Like, she fed the CATS! Not me!
Then she put me in the car. That could mean a trip. Or a vet.
Panic over, it is OK! It was a trip! GREAT!!
There were so many interesting smells on the meadow.
And mice. There were MICE!
Then my PL called me and I went to have a look how she is.
And I got a buiscuit.
Then I sniffed some more and then went to look how my PL is again.
And I got ANOTHER BUISCUIT!
Then we met a dog. I did not like her a bit. I wanted to bite her but her PL dragged her away. I expected a buiscuit for being brave but got nothing. Weird. So I went to chase mice again.
I am told I am not a good dog yet.
But I am working on it.