It was march 2007 and I was bit sleeping in a little bench. Just a few minutes before I had won a big fight with my mother. Me? I am Vienna, a Jack Russell, with real papers! They also call me a "a Parcel Jack Russell because of my long legs! I can tell you I needed those....But let me go on.

As I say, again I had won from my mother and the Vet was a little upset of the damage I had left behind after my victory. Even my boss was not that delitgted anymore andI could feel the tension. A little voice keep telling me that this victory could be my last one!

That little voice become louder and louder when they put me in an other bench, such one I alway's put in when we go to that horrible vet (after I lost a fight). This time we did'nt even get near a vet. Much worse I smelt horses. Those long legged, big hoofs friends of my boss I always kept in decent distance from them. Not that I am afraid, duh. It's just because I am a bit smaller, you know.
(by the way: if you hear some odd language, I am Dutch you know not English)
To make a long story short: look where they brought me:

They (my boss) brought me to John and Thea. Two Dutch people I never met before. The only thing I know off them is they travel in a house on wheels pulled by two of those big hary horses. Can you imagine? They left me behind with this whacko's with just a "little " task: defend them with your own life! I don't say more!

OK as you insist. From that moment on I did not have one quiet day again. I have to bark to every dog aside the road, people who think the have to talk with my new boss and more work: this big hurdle I responsible for stay's never a day on the same place!

When we drive I have to be on the lookout to keep this whole *****(edited) together!

They let me bark and walk to whole 1600 miles. Look I don't want to be harse on them, but do you know how much work it is to jump up and down from the box, chase mouses, dogs and ducks, understand German, Austrian AND Hungarian dogs. Pfffff

However they gave me a rest in Hungary. I am now in front of a open fire. Outside it's freezing cold (those hary monsters have a stable) and I think we stay here..... What? Not?
Oh may, they go on in March. Slovakia....do they have nice dogs?