As the car was being packed I was starting to think there wasn\u2019t going to be room for me, however my Mistress reassured me that of all the passengers I would take priority. We are almost ready for the off, but I think I\u2019m the only one who is actually ready. I can hear them now on the final routine before take off. \u201cWill you please have breakfast?\u201d \u201cYes you do need to eat something before we go.\u201d \u201cNo we aren\u2019t stopping in half an hour to get you a burger.\u201d \u201cNo the boxes of food aren\u2019t all for you to eat in the car on the way there, they\u2019ve got to last for the whole holiday.\u201d \u201cHave you packed everything you need?\u201d \u201cWell why is this still sitting just here then?\u201d \u201cHave you been to the toilet?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t care if you don\u2019t think you want to go right now. We aren\u2019t stopping for you to go at the side of the road.\u201d \u201cIf that one\u2019s occupied go and use the other one.\u201d It\u2019s exactly the same every time we go anywhere.<\/p>\n
Me, I\u2019m just a simple soul. I get up, I eat breakfast, I go outside to the toilet, I come in and get back into bed. Whether I sleep on my rug on the back seat of the car or in my bed under my Mistress\u2019s desk is nothing more than incidental to the main occupation of spending my morning asleep, saving my energy to attack the afternoon with vigour and aplomb.<\/p>\n
Oo they\u2019re ready. I\u2019d better go. Have fun and I\u2019ll drop you a note or two while I\u2019m away.<\/p>\n
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