My pink frisbee just flew up the ramp and into the big truck. I ran to get it because that’s what dogs do. All of a sudden it got dark inside that truck. I sniffed around and found my frisbee, but I couldn’t see the door and the ramp. We were moving! Oh, no…we were moving and I was in the dark. I wanted to go home. Please…someone open the door so I can take my pink frisbee and go home.
My name is Arf and it looks like I’m moving with my people. Wait! my people aren’t moving. This truck was down the street. Someone else is moving. I wonder if they like dogs. I don’t think I know those people.
I usually don’t get out the front door. I wasn’t going to stay outside. I just wanted to see what was out there. I was getting ready to go back in when I lost my frisbee. I didn’t really lose it. A gust of wind blew it away.
Alf spent two days in the moving van. He was surrounded by box after box in the front, and several pieces of furniture were stacked clear in the back. As his eyes got used to the dark, he could see where he was going during the day, but it was pitch black during the two long nights.
I found a case of water that was different from any water I ever drank out of my bowl. When I bit into the bottle to get a drink, it fizzed all over the place. If this was my house, I would for sure be in trouble for getting the couch all wet. It was also too bad because I was thinking of spending the night on that comfy couch. There was no one there to scold me. I could do anything I wanted to. Anything except go home.
On the end of the 2nd day, the truck finally arrived at it’s destination.
It seemed like forever before the men opened the door. I didn’t know if I could trust them, so I stayed way in the back behind the wet couch. I can usually tell when a human likes me and when they don’t. I hoped they would go away soon. I was really hungry and I had to find a place to do my business.
They didn’t like me. They yelled at me so I grabbed my frisbee and ran down the street. I ran and ran and ran until I was far away from there.
But where was I? All I could see was house after house and they all looked the same. I found a place to solve my first problem, but I still couldn’t find anything to eat. It felt like my stomach was hitting my backbone. I was getting weak.
Oh, No! I ran out of houses! I’m in a place where I can’t find one house. Should I go back? There’s a road. I guess I’ll keep going. I wish I knew how to fish. Dogs don’t eat garden stuff which doesn’t matter because I don’t know where I can find a garden. There’s water up ahead. I’ll drink some water and rest a while. Dogs take a lot of naps. I’ll take a nap.
When I woke up, I knew I had to find something to eat, but where? My people had always given me a bowl of food and a bone at night. How many nights had it been? There was nothing to do but keep on walking.
Soon I came to a place that had some animals that I had never seen before. Was that food they were eating? Would they share?
On the other side of the yard I saw a bird. I know what birds are, but this one was eating out of a big pan. Should I ask the polka dotted animals if I could have some of their food, or should I ask the bird? None of it looked like dog food, but beggars can’t be choosers and I know how to beg.