For almost half of my little life (I'll be six in March), I lived in England.
What fun! I got to run on a heath and in a forest without a lead (that's the Brit word for "leash" in case you didn't know); bark at dogs who dared to walk near our cottage; ride in the back of my mum's Mini while she negotiated all those roundabouts and chase deer and rabbits.
How did I get to England? On an airplane, just like you humans. I'm now a card-carrying member of Virgin Atlantic's Frequent Paws club. My Aunt Abbey flew over with me, so we got to compare notes. But she died while we were over there, so I flew back to the U.S. all on my own. I miss Auntie Abbey. But, I don't think my mum will get me a puppy. She says I'm enough to handle.
My mom took this picture of me in a wheat field in the Midlands.