The Stowaway III - Miss Tyque

[Wulfie]

The annual trip to the land of my fathers was begun but as usual things were to go wrong starting with the first stop in Gretna. What a kharzi, grey sad houses the boys in their hoodies with their Staffies, people with mean pinched faces and the ‘wedding shops’ as well as enough anvils to make a pikey have a stroke. That along with enough doggie landmines to cause panic in the Princess Di Trust............. it was only for one night I kept telling myself.
Then there was the hole in the side of the Wulfmobile, oddly going outwards and not in…………………..
It was a long restless night that night, the mutts failed to settle and the local beer was rolling around my gut trying to escape but unsure of which way to go.
The motorway from Gretna north to Glasgow was wet and interesting, high winds made the old rv veer as torrential rain made visibility poor and the wash from the artics didn’t help at all. Having gone through Glasgow on the M8, enough said about that place, the route took the wulfmobile up the side of Loch Lomonde and finally for that day to a bolthole near Invergarry where an overnight pit stop was called for.
The hounds were definitely suffering from carsickness but still scoffed their supper and finally settled down to a noisy sleep in their garage compartment and as per usual the smell drifting up from that enclosed space left a lot to be desired.
It was then that a tiny muffled voice suddenly said Ooooooooooooooooh stinky……….
It was a wtf moment…………….. talking dogs……..



The old one seemed annoyed as he looked out from his room.
“You what”
It smells in here…………………
His lips didn’t move and then the young one seemed to stare at something .
“Who’s there?”



Moi…………. Can I please come out, it’s not nice in here……………….
“Come on, out of there, you’ve some explaining to do young la……….”
The creature suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye and I suddenly got that sinking feeling of having invited something into the living area which was best left outside.
On looking round I found the stowaway staring me in the face from a upper shelf in th the wagon.



Before I could say anything
Hi, I’m Luna, the Captain said you’d be cool with a guest………….and I don’t eat much or take up much room………………..so can I join your trip………….please…..

to be cont. if the dogs don't eat her