I then thought that maybe I deserved a much tastier breakfast than usual, so I pretended not to like my food pebbles, because that way I know I’ll get ‘chikon’ instead. Success! Next, I was squeezed into my ‘arness’ (it’s a bit tight as too much ‘chikon’) and we set off in the ‘caw’.
After the short but boring journey to Stokenchurch we pulled into the ‘caw pawk’, and I saw the sign saying Bruce’s Doggy Day Care. I saw so many 4 legged ‘fwends’, and I knew straight away I was going run around, smell new smells, and play-fight forever with new doggos. They let me out of the ‘caw’ and I couldn’t wait to get going but my ‘bruva’ had other ideas and he put me on the short rope and held me close to him… How dare he? I decided he wasn’t going to ruin my day, so I pulled as hard as I could. “Kenzo! Heel!” I heard my silly ‘bruva’ exclaim. I tried my best to break ‘fwee’ but he was too strong. I knew I would eventually wear him down though 😉.
As we got to meet more and more ‘hoomans’ and doggos, I pulled my ‘bruva’ more and more, knowing he could only withstand so much pressure before he had had enough!. Then, in this big enclosed ‘pawk’ filled with doggos, he cut me loose – whoopee! I bolted straight for the other doggos, bundling and bouncing around excitedly. I jumped over hay bales as fast as I could, showing off to Bruce and all his ‘hooman fwends’. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, and they called me ‘a big happy ‘pola’ bear’.
After what seemed a very short time, it was time to go. My ‘bruva’ struggled to pull me back into the ‘caw pawk’, I didn’t want to leave. It was so much fun, but it was time for other doggos to have a go. I really hope to go back to Bruce’s Doggy Day Care one day; I heard mummy saying she could do with a break? Who could possibly need a break from me??