Off to our playdate with Myrtle

Yesterday we took the train from Marylebone to High Wycombe – we had a playdate with Myrtle who lives there.   It wasn’t so early but we did hit the late part of rush hour. As we went to board the train – we were definitely going against the direction of human traffic. Mummy, you’re coming?  We have to get on our train! I get to sit with Mummy. Ah yes, it was an early rise.Hmmm. So what’s for breakfast?
Georgie sat with Renate. She told Georgie that her doggies were never allowed on her lap. Well, isn’t that an honour, Georgie? He was not as relaxed as I am. He’s always looking at what’s going on around him. Soon he was on the floor checking out the next carriage – what’s going on over there? He sure gets the attention of everyone.It wasn’t a long train ride and soon we were at High Wycombe. Niki came to get us and we drove to their home to meet Myrtle.
George and I were so thrilled to be able to run and play in her garden.We were so excited but Myrtle was looking at us going – what’s the big deal? Oh Myrtle, you don’t understand. We don’t have big gardens like this in London where we can run freely! Chasing each other.  Hey George! You’re fast, you little dinky thing! Myrtle, where did George go?