Something strange is going on. I only went out to the front gate. I know I’m not meant to go further than the front gate, as it’s too near the road. But I did, just for a look.
This car stopped, the back door opened and I was bundled inside.
Now I seem to be in this room full of men exchanging money and standing around something that looks like a kids’ sand pit. And, oh goodness me! There’s pit-bull terriers about and they’ve put one into the sand pit, and the men are exchanging money, and now they’re picking me up and going to put me into the sand pit with the vicious pit-bull terrier and I’m only a little springer spaniel puppy and I’m going to get torn to bits…