Off to England. It was a close run thing for me, when my master took me to the vet for a check-up, so that I could travel, it was the locum that I don\u2019t like. The fact that I don\u2019t like her wasn\u2019t the relevant point. She didn\u2019t fill all the right bits of my passport in. When my master got home and my mistress checked everything, the bit that said I was healthy was still blank. I offered to do a pawprint to confirm but my mistress said that this wouldn\u2019t be acceptable to the authorities. For some reason they look for something more reliable than me signing for myself. I should know if I feel all right. I felt less all right having been given both tick treatment and worming paste but you can\u2019t have everything. My master went back to the vet to get her to do it right, otherwise I would have been home alone and they would have gone without me. So I have packed my new bed, the one with the bone on the cushion. I have also packed some sweets for the journey, which I will not be sharing with any small boys however loud a noise they might make. They don\u2019t give me their sweets, even when I drool all over them, so I won\u2019t share mine either. I have asked not to have to sit between the boys as it just ends up with me being hit \u2018accidentally\u2019 as they try to punch each other. All I ask is the chance to curl up on a seat and sleep my way through the journey, it shouldn\u2019t be too much to ask. I said I wouldn\u2019t mind watching Shrek on the journey but I think I\u2019ve been overruled, mainly because there aren\u2019t enough headphones for me to have some too.<\/p>\n
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