A trip to Romania from the dog's point of view

I pricked up my ears impatiently, something was going on. For the fourth time, the mistress flew through the kitchen to fill a strange-looking backpack. He was almost as big as she was, and probably too hard, because when she tried to get him to the door, she used a few indiscriminate words. The owner was probably in a similar situation. I even heard a few expressions in my name, so I decided to watch over her only, at least she lifts her legs every time she has to jump over me. Full article >> Bessi by train to Romania