Classes of torture
May 11th, 2004 | by Indy |I had a really exciting and scary evening yesterday. It started out the usual way. The blue garotte was put around my neck and then I was shoved into my bed and carried out through to the big silver moving thing. I don’t mind this bit so much anymore as I get to lie down with a nice chew. I do like those chews, nice and tough until I get enough slaver all over it and it gets lovely and chewy.
Any way, when we stopped, it was somewhere new with lot’s of exciting smells. Black Slippers, wouldn’t let me stop to have a sniff and he picked me up and took me to a strange building… With lot’s of other dogs - WOOF!!! It was fun for a while, especially when the really big one that looked like me starting to sniff my butt. Then the rest of the evening was horrible, like a torture camp. He had to walk around in circles and if we didn’t the garottes were pulled tightly. We had to sit and turn around and I got so nervous, I pooped myself. One dog pee’d, while another puked up. A trauma for all I think. While we were leaving, another bunch of poor fellow canines were brought into the big room.
I hope they made it out like I did…
Worse though was yet to come, I had to perform the torture exercises for Blue Slippers. Hope it’s this doesn’t happen every day!
