I’m sitting beside the two-wheeled travel kennel and waiting as patiently as I can. The patience is not easy for me.
Finally, Mama Bear says the words I’m waiting for:
I leap onto my cockpit on the travel kennel. The travel kennel is still sleeping but soon it will wake up.
Mama Bear says turn so I turn, then sit so I sit, then lay so I lie down.
Then Mama Bear passes the straps through my harness. I count one-two-three snaps and I know I’m strapped in! Then she puts the mask she calls an “aviators” on my face, and now I’m seeing with my eyes and my aviators.
Mama Bear adjusts my big tail, which she calls a “python,” and it hangs free from the travel kennel. She puts on her hard head. She swings her leg over the travel kennel. She sits between the two wheels and puts her hands on the ends of the wide bar.