Since I’ve been a young pup, I’ve always loved my garden. It’s my place to relax, my place to dig, and my place to destroy. To try and keep my adventurousness at bay, my hoomans built a wall between me and the rest of MY garden, a wall that I have spent months devising a plan to conquer. Today I breached the wall, the final stages were complete, I had infiltrated what the hoomans call, ‘the darkside’.

Let’s start from the beginning, so you can get a feel for my cunning and devious plan! Firstly, I selected an optimum break through point. You see, behind my tree in the back-right corner is a no-go for the hoomans as I have built my own barricade of little trees and my guards; teddy and bumble bee, (the hoomans call them ‘toyz’). Over a period of months, I dug; I dug in a slow, steady and stealthy pace that left the hoomans clueless. They don’t realise small changes like this as they’re busy cleaning my mess; a distraction. Today the trench was deep enough, and I spread flat like a starfish, squeezing every inch of my ‘cuddly bits’, under the fence.

I breached the chicken wire, emerging on unknown territory, I was in ‘the darkside’, behind enemy lines. My excitement took control of me, my mind flooded with exhilaration, I had a bad case of ‘the zoomies’. An uncontrollable grin struck my face as I sprinted hysterically in circles in my new and well-earnt land. I regained conscious ability over my 4 speeding limbs quickly, knowing I was still in no-mans-land and if I’m spotted or heard now I will be shut in the ‘kit chin’ for a very long 15 minutes, that’s a long time in dog time.

I snuck silently to the far ends of ‘the darkside’, a place I’ve only heard about in stories and seen in my dreams. Expecting miles of fields or hundreds of doggo playmates; what I saw took the air from my lungs… A tall wooden fence stood looking down on me, a second wall only Trump would be proud of! I realised I had another purpose. What’s beyond ‘the darkside’? I WILL find out.

Kenzo