This is my story...
I thought I should introduce myself although I am quiet well known in my home town of Arboleas, well Los Garcias actually.
I am Romanian by birth and brought up by a small family of which I was part of. However I could see that things in our home were difficult as the adult two paws no longer went out each day. One day we all went out in the car and I was let out for a walk, a few minutes later I saw the car drive off. I could not catch it.
After the shock of losing my small family I managed to survive by any means I could. I met a nice male dog and I had a few babies, I showed them how to stay alive in the wild. They were very good and soon wandered off to live a life of their own. Then came the day I was captured by two big two paws, silly me I was not paying attention, and put in doggy jail.
Now my life changed, I could see what was happening to the dogs that had been here longer than I, which was horrid but then this nice lady two paws from England came and took me and some of my chums to another jail, I was taken to a vets and prodded and poked but I was given a passport.
Right I thought; "escape", I managed to get on the roof of my new gaol, but I was talked down and given the name Skye as a result, I was told that I would be taken to the UK after a few months. I was not put in jail again but sent to a lovely two paws to wait to travel to the UK in a truck (not under as I had planned) and once there I would be able to select new staff and have a home. Wow, I thought, could this be true? After a few months the great day arrived and with my passport clutched firmly in my paw I embarked onto this big truck with many of my jail mates. We took two days to get to Guildford in the UK and arrived on a Wednesday, we were told prospective staff were arriving the following Saturday.
I heard barking and two paw chatter, I was in the stable where I had slept the night before, this is where I was to conduct my interview. A male two paw came in and sat down meekly on the floor, I saw the Mercedes Benz key fob in his hand, so I thought, you'll do. I strolled over and sat on his lap, later female two paws came in and said "Oh isn't she pretty", to which the male, now staff, agreed of course. Right I thought, lets take a look at my new home and then I will get these two under a paw of iron, no more second best for me, oh, what a struggle it was going to be. Two paws are not the brightest creatures and without discipline, hopeless!
We arrived at my new home in South Ferring having driven down in MY new Mercedes Benz, pleasant enough Kennel by the sea. They also bought a Renault Scenic and called it the dogmobile for my every day journeys. Lovely place South Ferring BUT, I questioned male and female staff as to why it was essential to stop on the way back from Tesco’s and switch the purchases into Waitrose bags? And then the emptied bags were replaced in the car under the cover of dark. All I received was an indistinct mutter in reply.
Female staff bought me a wax jacket, she called it my Barbour? Male staff would put this on me if it was raining (I do hate the rain), but after seeing myself in it, well honestly, I looked twice the size I am, does my bum look big in this or what ? So I would not go out in it and male staff would have to carry me down to the sea, so I could run around and sniff the delectable smells.
One sunny day I took both male and female staff for a walk near the sea, there were lots of small two paws with "things" in their paws looking for ...... "Pokemon" I think they said they were.Well I found one and quick as a blink I nabbed it. Female staff grabbed me and tried to get it out of my mouth, why can't she get her own, I thought, so I swallowed it in one big gulp. Female staff yelled something about, "You’re not even hungry", I really don't know what that’s all about, she then turned and yelled something to the male staff. Ahhh well, now I know what a Pokemon tastes like. Staff said it was a vole?
