My Ride in The Pizza Delivery Van

Well, what an adventure I've just had! When we left the studio this evening we got to the road and there was much pondering as The Owner debated with himself over whether we turned and went to the pub or turned for home. It took a while, but eventually he decided and we came home. The Owner started to fidget until he fumbled through the letter box and out dropped an advert from the pizza shop offering two for the price of one. The naive among you would now be thinking that maybe the free one may be destined for me? Wrong! But that wasn't the adventure. Pizza Yoof arrived and came bounding up the pathway with far too much enthusiasm and bonne homme for all in a half mile radius. He stood at the front door, talking to The Owner and bounding around the front porch like a demented badger. He had left his car door open! And the front gate! Never one to turn down a trip out in a car I hopped in and then over on to the back seat and settled down to wait. Eventually he bounded back up the path and jumped in the car and shut the door. Excellent, I thought. We are off for a ride. Pizza Yoof turned the radio on very loud and started singing loudly and jumping around in his seat. I have to report his singing was going to win him absolutely no prizes on !The Voice. My little trip was going well, I thought and then he rummaged in his bag and produced a biscuit which he had a quick chomp on as we drove along. I was getting concerned that a bit of that biscuit was not coming my way so I sat up and tapped him on his shoulder with my paw and woofed a bit. Well I think he overreacted and behaved in a very dramatic manner! Fortunately the pub sign was not showing much damage, unlike Pizza Yoof's car bumper! I was brought back to the cottage and couldn't help notice our formerly bouncy Pizza Yoof was a little more subdued, in fact, sort of, like, well... normal. He is out there now with The Owner and a length of wire and a bit of string and a broken bumper. I reasoned that I am going to be sent to the bootroom when The Owner comes back in so I may just save him the trouble and take myself off there now. And he still didn't share his biscuit with me!!!!