New Year’s Eve was grim. I was thrown from a moving car into a boatyard with three large dogs, but managed to escape and hid under a building all night. I cried a lot.
In the morning I was found by The Mariner who coaxed me out with cream cheese and biscuits – I was exhausted, frightened, dehydrated and absolutely starving.
After a lot of TLC, more food and a major de-fleaing, I felt safe enough to fall asleep on the boat. Aren’t I cute and tiny?