I am sad to have to share with you a sorry tale of woe. It is a story of sorrow, compassion, envy and betrayal. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
Once upon a time, there was a dog. He lived a miserable life neglected, abused and beaten. Then one day, his captors committed the ultimate act of cruelty. When he was battered, bruised and starving, they abandoned him, leaving him to fend for himself.
Just when he thought that this was the end, a kind person came along and took him to an animal rescue centre. Here, he cowered in the corner for months, hating the sound of the other dogs barking and howling.
Then one day, a couple came to visit him. They brought a dog with them and she seemed friendly. She took him under her wing and she seemed to like the two humans, so the poor, abused dog, now called Pluto, slowly came to trust them and went to live in their home.
Life was good. He was accepted as a member of the family. There were long walks, runs and plenty of time to relax and enjoy the view.
As the years went on, there were new family members. He loved some more than others and they came in all shapes and sizes. There were boat rides, holidays, car journeys and even trips to the pub.
Each day brought a new adventure and the little dog, known by the humans as Soxa, who had befriended him at the animal shelter was always there by his side.
But the day came, as so it must, when his little friend grew old and weary and it was her time to pass to a better place.
Pluto still lived with his new family, but it wasn’t the same on his own. All the fun had gone. He was a lonely boy, left gazing into the distance, dreaming of happier times.
Eventually, Pluto realised that in honour of his old friend Soxa, who had a little naughty streak, he would have to go out on his own to meet new friends and make new mischief.
He started by popping over the road to see the one they called Granddad and his selection of cats. Soon though, his escape route to the Grand one was blocked and it was time for more drastic measures.
For a long time, Pluto had been looking through a tiny hole in a tall fence to one side of his home. The appeal of the other side of the fence was that the grass looked greener over there.
Pluto knew that his family wouldn’t be happy if he went there, but the thing was, it looked like the ideal place to go to the toilet.
He knew that he couldn’t get caught in this ultimate act of betrayal because his friend Jamer the cat had already been reprimanded for the very same crime. So he could leave no trail of destruction, he had to be stealthy.
For weeks, Pluto painstakingly unhooked the latch on a locked gate with his teeth, made his way quietly to the green grass to use the toilet and tiptoed back home as if nothing had happened.
And then one day, the unthinkable happened. The lady from the other side of the fence happened to look over when he was half way through picking the lock.
His path to the beautiful toilet was blocked and worst of all, the lady told his family what he had done. Pluto wasn’t sorry for his crime, but he was very, very sorry he had got caught. Now he would have to start from scratch plotting some new mischief. This time, he’d probably get the cat involved.