I looked up at the boy, who was holding something attatched to my neck.
where am i?
The last thing I remember was sitting in my cage and… then that man stuck me with something pointy…
it still hurts
I leaned over to lick it, only to have an unexpected sharp pain soar through my neck and almost make me puke.
“No, doggy! Bad doggy!!!”(No, goggy! ba’ goggy!)
It was a boy no older than 3, and he yanked on me like i was some sort of used rag. His mother came over.
“Graham, put the leash down, now.”
a leash? Who are these people?
“awww, mommy, i dun’ wanna put down a weesh, pweez…”
“Sorry, honey, you’ll have to wait ‘til later, k? Now get in the car.”
whats a car?
I soon found out. It was big, and it sounded like a lion purring.
“I’ll put Jack in the cage, sweetie, just buckle up.”
Jack? My name is Hodge!!! These humans have no sense of creativity whatsoever.
The small one didnt leave me alone for a minute!
“Hi, goggy! I wuv you, goggy!”
What a creep, he doesnt see that i hate him.