(Takes place prior to "A Doggy Biskit".)
Poppy Pawsley was most desperate! She knew her owner, Eliza Biskit, was looking for her. And was planning to take her to another dog show to compete. But Poppy knew what would happen if she went, the judges would examine her carefully, and discover she wasn't a purebred like her owner thought. The ensuing rejection was something Poppy wanted to avoid at all costs, and there was only ONE escape route she could think of on such short notice.
"This is so disgusting, but I have no other options! I can't let my owner know the truth!" Poppy thought to herself, as she stood in the bathroom, perched on the toilet seat. She stared down at the cold, clear water below, occasionally glancing at the silver handle. She knew what it did, and she knew where the water in the bowl went when you pushed the handle down. Needless to say, the idea not only disgusted Poppy, but also made her quite nervous. Maybe she didn't need to do this? Maybe she could just hide in her usual spot until Eliza gave up?
"Poppy? Where are you, sweetie?" Eliza called out from afar. "If you're trying to hide, Mommy will find you."
That was all the motivation Poppy needed! "She can't find me! I have to do this, now!" She said to herself, and quickly but carefully made her way towards the handle, quickly reaching her paws up to press it down. Then, she jumped into the bowl, as the water began to spin around and around.
Poppy took a deep breath, and held it, as she felt herself be pulled down the drain. But at least now she knew she'd be safe, for the time being. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to utilize this trick very often to get away from her owner, she knew she'd have to find a way to get cleaned up before coming home. Eliza was certainly not going to welcome her precious princess in when she smelled like a sewer rat.
