NECK ROPES
The other day I was talking to another dog about his neck rope. He got out of the moving box he came in and there it was, already around his neck.
He was very surprised when I ran up to say “G’day!” and wag my red rat’s head tail at him.
“Where’s your neck rope?” he asked.
“I don’t have a neck rope because I live here,” I said.
“What’s the deal there?” he wanted to know.
“Well, I live here, and my Mum knows that I know the boundaries. You're a visitor, and you run madly around the place and fall into Wills dancing holes I dug for him, put yourself in danger of being run over by moving boxes or getting eaten by the dragons.”
“Dragons?” he yelped. “There are dragons here?” “Oh yes” I said “they live over near those trees and sometimes they come here, and Will chases them away. I bark at them, but I don’t get too close because they have huge claws and a tail that’s longer than me, and no fur. I think mum calls them Joannas but I don’t know because I’m a dog. “That sounds scary” he said. “Why do you stay here?”
Well... I love my mum, she protects me from the Joannas, there’s and endless supply of bacon and my mum NEVER puts a neck rope on me. Why would I leave?
