This happened on one of my trips to Wimpole Hall, when I was about six months old. We arrived in the car park and my biped started to put on her coat. She hadn’t let me out of the car, I made a noise to tell her that I needed to get out in a hurry. She asked, “Can’t you wait until I’ve changed into my wellington boots?”

I fidgeted to show how urgent it was that I get out. She came and opened the back and clipped my lead on and allowed me to get out. I immediately started sniffing around very excitedly. My biped told me to sit. She said I had to wait while she changed into her boots, as the ground was very wet after all the rain we’d had. She put the car keys in her pocket and she got her boots out of the car, while holding onto my lead with one hand.

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