First there was mum's way. Grabbed by the scruff of the neck, lifted up and unceremoniously carted round. Undignified but effective. Oh, and a doggie instinct not to move whilst this was happening. Strange thing, instincts. (How was I to know that these instincts would cause my folks great embarrassment later in life!)- Secondly, being dropped into a huge cardboard box and separated from our mum and driven to market - most frightening, uncomfortable and not to be recommended.
- Now this is more like it. Having been gently lifted out of the box by sweet smelling hands I am now travelling again. I am sitting in the palm of a man's hand (yes, I am this small!) and being held up in front of him, I am able to rest my weary self against his chest and watch the world go by! Wow, it's so big! I had no idea. Now I feel like a Princess, travelling in comfort and style - a girl could get used to this!!! I do wonder where we're going though...
Picture above: Me, about 6 weeks old
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