7/6/24

Seized the opportunity to promote my book 

Life started for this human family early today as they were on duty for this protest. This meant the house had risen, and she slowly did it with her back, always allowing extra time for her slowness. I am shaking in my boots because I will be the show's star. The Mistress reminded me I had done this at a public speaking engagement. Once the gray matter settled, I can recall this. 

9am and we were off; his Lordship had warmed the car for his darling, put four cartons, chairs, placards, and lunch in the car, and raced off in our speedy machine. The only problem was I was put in this box too, and I have a vast dislike for confined spaces, a fear that stems from a traumatic incident when I was forgotten in a box at a friend's house. The mistress and a friend know about this issue from the past. She left me at her friend's down south and forgot to take me back to our home in Christchurch. I was posted back into her arms a few days later, and I never wanted to see the insides of another box. That lady was so cruel, and I thought she was a friend. Huh.

We arrived in the frost and sunshine, the crisp air biting at our noses. Her friend came too, for help and support. We were all plonked down on a ledge, the cold stone seeping through our plastic bodies. We were told to smile at the people, and our frozen smiles were in stark contrast to the warmth of the protest. This show was outside and no heat pump to keep us warm. Those humans had wooly hats, scarves and thick jackets on and no thought for me who normally lives on the shelf in the warm. Placards were beneath our feet, their messages a testament to the protestors' passion. It was interesting watching the humans in conversations with the Mistress. People admired me, the star of the show, of course, and took photos. Ensuring I smiled to everyone was essential to the Mistress; had I not, I could have ended up back in the box.

The humans who stopped were interesting; some thought we were all for sale. Who do they think we are? The Mistress paid a lot of money for us and hopefully wasn't about to part with us either. Anyway, I want to go on that caravan and tour NZ with them. I just need to make sure His Lordship knows that I sit on a cushion with a seat belt on, and my job is to look out for the red and blue lights. 

Now, I watched his Lordship suffer today. The things she made him do bored him out of his tree. He is in no hurry to do this anytime soon. She was given some exciting contacts today and is mighty chuffed about this. That Mistress said he wasn't in the tree above and shivering in his chair. A shame the media didn't show up after her efforts in contacting them. I heard him say to her friend that he was missing golf. Now she knows that he was fed up with it the other day and wanted to sell his gear. 

He changes his mind like the wind, I reckon! She wants him to continue this sport as it is good for him.