Fofurree Central

DAY 1 Sunday 8th March 2009

I (Belle) went to visit my humans son in Summerhill, a suburb of Sydney ( though it was not summery nor hilly) the daughter in law was very impressed with my wonderful gold and silver high heel sandals and asked if they were “ high fashion bear society shoes”, which of course they are: a girl with such good taste is hard to find, while on the other had the son was pretending that I didn't exist, even though I had brought him a present!!!! He did begrudgingly say thanks Belle – I should think so!

But while this adventure was taking place Bonnie was about to step on to the bus to start her travels to Sydney. She was very exited and anticipated a great trip... like me she was heading for great disappointment. The bus bussed along happily, and even arrived in time – for them to told that the connecting train was running 30 minutes late, and they would have wait for an hour on the platform.... That was fine, till her human wearing flimsy summery clothes discovered a freezing gale blowing down the platform. Bonnie not tactful in said she should have been more prepared and have a nice warm coat on like she did. Things went downhill from then.

Eventually the train appeared on platform. Full of cranky tired people... and they were very squashed into their seats... Bonnie, I am sad to say even spent time on the floor under the chair while her human played on the laptop.

I (Belle) arrived to a cold, dark, lonely empty Motel room, cheered only by the fact that Bonnie would soon be here. I had brought a surprise supply of chocolate for her. Got a message, Bonnie was going to be half and hour late! Oh dear! I consoled myself with chocolate. Got another message Bonnie was going to be an hour late! Oh dear! I consoled myself with more chocolate! Got another message Bonnie had no idea when the train was arriving! Oh dear! Oh dear! There was no chocolate left.

After rearranging the motel room furniture, opening and closing the windows, and diverting my boredom by cuddling up with my human to watch some Jane Austen, I got a message Bonnie had arrived at last in Central Station.

My human and I decided to surprise them and meet them at the station they were coming to. It was a bit scary to do this in the middle of the night, in the “big bad city” centre near Hyde Park. Did I mention it was also raining. So we braved the elements, overcame our fears and strove brazenly into the unknown. All for nothing, I might add. Bonnie's human had had enough, she was not in a very nice mood and had decided to catch a taxi.

Bonnie was thrilled, she has never been in a taxi before, I still haven't.

Bonnie (who I notice has her own handbag) produced from it a present for my human – not a present for me her lovely twin, (not even a bag likes hers). So I didn't mention the chocolate surprise I had brought for her, which was now causing rumbles in my tummy.

The humans talked and chatted as Bonnie and I, exhausted, fell asleep.