Today\u2019s the day. Once I\u2019ve finished writing this, I shall go and join my master in the car ready to set off. I shan\u2019t be sorry to leave all the boxes behind, although I do hope that the ones with my toys in will be all right. I asked if I could take all my things in the car with me, but it seems there were other things to go in the car too. My bed is perched on a box. I\u2019m not sure how I shall get in but once I am in it looks as though I might be reasonably comfortable. I\u2019ve checked, several times, that my master has got my passport and our tickets. He\u2019s remembered my food, bowls and water. We\u2019ve even got the little bags ready for him to clear up after me.<\/p>\n
I keep telling them, I\u2019m not going home, I\u2019m emigrating. They forget that I\u2019m Belgian by birth. I had a last nostalgic walk down the bridleway. I chased every bird I could find, just to make sure they would remember me for a while. I ran into all the undergrowth and had a last delicious swig of Belgian puddles. Now I am off for one last look round what has been my little empire for the last two years. I might fit in a bit of a bark at the neighbourhood dogs too. Then as we drive off up the road, it will only remain for me to wave a sad little paw to my friends Cuckoo and Elvis and then we\u2019ll be on our way. It would all be quite an adventure if I were an adventurous sort of dog. When you\u2019re a curl up on the settee in front of the fire sort of dog, it is very hard to leave the fireside behind.<\/p>\n
\u2018Tot ziens\u2019. Farewell Belgium. I will never forget my homeland and I\u2019ll visit just as soon as I can. Maybe one day I\u2019ll be able to come back to live here again.<\/p>\n
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