My name is Rover and I live with my human in paradise. That is, Mercury Bay, with many friends.
Instead of having to hunt for food, my human provides me with delicious meat and vegetables from a building that has a constant flow of the human sub-species. She seems to be disconcerted by the effort and when she was putting on my collar, she was saying something about a council.
To make up for the effort, I suck up to her so she can stroke and pat me and even smooch, but I don’t know why she talks to me unless it’s because she hasn’t replaced the absent human mate that used to be here.
If I show adoration when sucking up, I’ve managed to sleep on the soft and warm bed. Also, as a reward I take her ‘for walkies’ every fine day.
So far, I’ve ignored the cat species that wants to supplant me in her affections. I see no cats on my walk but plenty of friends who don’t mind identifying themselves by rear-end smells. If one is deceptively female, I will probably find it confusing, but it hasn’t happened yet.
When I take my human to the beach, she takes a liking to a stick for some reason and when she throws it away, I try to help by bringing it back. Usually, it is to no avail, and we leave it behind anyway.
When we go to the vet next week, I hope we don’t leave anything behind.
