After moving from Hornchurch, the familiar gardens at Langton's , the Harrow Lodge fields, my brief stay in Woodford was very nice. There was a nice garden to play in and the owners - friends of my family - didn't mind at all that I pooped on "Popa's Lawn" - they even played catch with me. They weren't very good though because every time they threw the ball and I picked it up, they always had to make a huge effort to come to get the ball from me and throw it again - I don't think they understood my "no-fetch" policy.
Walking up on the Green, I remembered old trails from when I was a pup and when Trot-trot took me to the house where I was brought up it really was like "coming home", but we couldn't stay long and two little people were living there now and playing in my garden. I just left them a scent to remember me by!
But the day came when my family packed up the car again and put me in the middle of the back seat, strapped in. I was scared and I panted for a long time until finally we stopped and I was able to get out, run around and sniff in a big "Kah-baark" or something like that.
After that, I enjoyed driving the car; the "eer-com" kept me cool and I could see where we were going. Just before going into a long "Ton-el" my family walked me in a really good poop park with water and clean up bags and everything. They seemed really pleased with it, so of course, I cooperated.
After that we stayed in the car for days and only stopped to let me get out and to sleep. People were very nice to me and I slept with Trot-Trot and Bopa every night and even went to the eating places with them and sat under the chairs.
One day though we got to a new place and they kept saying "Hume or "Hoam" and expecting me to like it. They put my bed there and brought out all my toys - don't know how they got here!
But then came walks in horrible dry places - no green grass and lots of poo everywhere - humans are so dirty. Lots of different dogs, no sign of Alfie anywhere.
I haven't made any real friends yet, but I am getting used to it, I especially love running on the "Gor-curse" after the sun has gone down -it reminds me of "UK? Hoam" (I don't know why people keep refering to UK? - of course I am UK if I am with my family).
Of course it is hot here, and yesterday my family took me to "thevets' - I didn't get any needles stuck me or fingers up my bottom, but I didn't like the smell - scary!
A woman tried to give me chicken as a bribe - but I'm not falling for that on. Next thing you know you're up on a table andsomeone is shaving your hair off - ha! ha! very funny!
Anyway, got to go!
You know how it is, corners to sniff, other flats to investigate and bottoms to sniff.
By the way this is a picture of me in the "porta loo" toilet and shower we had one night in France - it was funny!, but Trot-Trot kept in saying "It's UK it's Kleen" (At least, I think that's what she was saying)