The Yellow Brick Road, or How I came to live with the Wizards...

My Georgia Estate. After I was... let's say I was quote unquote " relieved of my duties " on the farm after a curious incident involving some chickens and my mouth, I was invited to move to the suburbs to live with an interesting eligible bachelor.

Despite my inability to speak the Queens English, I focused my other talents on finding my human a suitable mate. After all, as I embraced the suburban existence, it was becoming increasingly clear that a career oriented bachelor was simply not going to be able to supply all the focused feeling, petting and play time that a pure bred like I require. My mentor and handmaiden had spoken truth when she said he was distracted. So when we encountered a young scholar and artist, I put my canine wiles to work.

Mission Accomplished! Pet me.