Pinky the Chihuahua: How I Came to Be
Prologue
"Are you ready for this, Pinky?" Isabella asked me, following the kennel I was in on down the conveyer belt with the rest of the luggage being loaded onto the plane. I barked excitedly in my cage. "Just think, when we land, we'll see my Dad again. We'll finally be able to spend time together rather then talking over video-chat. Won't that be exciting?" I barked again. She laughed. "I know; I can't wait!" I was starting up the incline towards the rubber flaps at the end of the turnabout. Isabella waved cheerily "Well, talk with you later, Pinky!" I yipped a goodbye, and she was gone. The rubber flaps parted and I was released into the bright Danville sunshine. The sound of plane turbines and rush of jets taking off deafened me until I was dumped with a light bump into the baggage compartment.
"So Pinky," Perry said to me from his cage, which plopped down right next to mine. Biff, in a zip- lock bag filled with water was by his side. Perry and I both had our squeaky toys in front of us for the ride, and in case we got anxious from turbulence. I had my squeaky bone and Perry had Mr. Squeaks, his toy duck. "I bet you're excited about returning to your home country."
"You bet!" I responded. "It's not Australia, but it sure is something!"
"How do you know? You haven't been to Australia."
"Nor have I." Biif put in.
"Well, when we arrive in Mexico; you guys will love it, I just know it!"
"I can't wait." Perry said with a warm smile.
"Nether can I." Biff spoke. "The sooner, the better."
"It sure seems strange that Buford stuck you in here in a plastic bag." I commented. "It hardly seems like it'd comply with shipping regulations. How'd he get you past security?"
" He stuck me in his pocket; you know Buford loves me! So much that he didn't want to leave me behind. And my owner doesn't care about rules, as long as he doesn't get caught. 'Rules are meant to be broken', that's his motto."
"He has a point there." Perry said to me, he was smirking, disapprovingly. "That's Buford for ya," Biff then changed the subject.
"I'm surprised that you two aren't being given shots or something." He turned to Perry. "And Perry, I'm surprised that even though you been to Africa, Paris, London, Hawaii and Australia, not once have you been checked for fleas or foreign diseases. Fortunately for me, I don't need to worry about anything like that." He puffed his little goldfish chest insufferably.
"We've both had our shots as part of OWCA policy." Perry explained to the fish with a shrug. "Agents traveling abroad are given inoculations,"
"It wasn't fun, there's a LOT of needles involved." I said, shivering at the memory.
Then the plane started to move as the PA system announced the safety instructions.
"Ugh!" Biff groaned. "Can't these humans get on with it? Why aren't we in the air yet?"
"They have to wait for the other planes." Perry explained. "Then the plane will take off off the runway and then we'll be on our way."
"Well, they better hurry, that's what I say."
Then the plane went faster…and faster! We tried to stay in our spots. Perry grabbed Biff's bag before it could roll on back to be crushed under a LOT of luggage. We could feel the pressure increase as the plane took off.
It was true! We were really going to Mexico; I couldn't believe it!
"How long until we get there?" Biff wanted to know.
"A few hours." Perry answered, a little annoyed. "We'll be there before you know it."
"Well, this is just great! With the humans being entertained up front with their carryon portable devices, books, magazines, in-flight TVs, toys and such, what does a fish get? Absolutely nothing! "
"Perry and I got our squeaky toys." I said to him, taking the squeaky bone in my mouth and making it squeak to prove my point.
"Pinky," Perry said to me. "I don't think that's helping." I spat the fake bone out of my mouth.
"Oh."
"Can't a fish get some decent entertainment around here?" Biff continued. Perry looked at me.
"Pinky," He told me. "Why don't you tell us the story of how you became interested in the OWCA and how you became an agent?"
"That's a great idea, Perry!" I agreed. "Are you going to tell me yours?"
"I'll tell you mine on the way back."
"Okay, well you two get comfortable. This is going to be a long story."
"Well, this will be a long flight!" Biff said. "So, get on with it!"
"Okay." I laid down to get comfortable. Perry did the same.
"It all started when I was a pup…"