Chapter One - Journey Starts

My journey starts in a bus. Yes, I take the red double decker bus. Firstly, pups like me are not granted a driving license in the UK, secondly, parking is so difficult and expensive in London and thirdly, I do my share for the environment. I know the Sloane Rangers will disagree but hey, this is the City of London and it's okay to take a bus! The red bus is one of London's popular trademark so if you are a London Pupshionista (or a tourist), the red bus is a great way to get around the city.


Some grumpy drivers ask me to go upstairs for some reason, but others are cool and let me get my own seat by the window on the lower level to get a clear view of London and the walking fashionistas on the road. In this picture, I am on my way to Tower Hill where the famous Tower of London and the great Tower Bridge are. If you want a sneak preview of the Queen's lovely BLING and know how most things started in England, get inside the Tower of London. I will take you there shortly. Tip: I am on Bus No. 15 that passes through Oxford Street, Regent Street, Trafalgar Square, St. Paul's Cathedral and Tower Hill all the way to Blackwall. A nice cheap bus to get to the famous spots.


By the way, I forgot to introduce myself (silly me!). My name is Kichi, it means good luck or lucky in Japanese - for some reason. Many dog owners name us "lucky" in different languages thinking we are going to bring them luck. Well, I can only say, Good Luck to them because I do not really believe in these things. For me, success and happiness is made by you not the people (or the dogs) around you.


Now for some drama.....


I was born in South London (to my knowledge) in an Indian family household, and because my first owner's child had allergies to my fur (they said), they had to move me to Essex to their relative who owns a pair of Pomeranians. Sadly, the other Pom is soo jealous of me (because I am prettier than her), the owners opted to sell me on the Internet.


Luckily, a few days later I found a new home. I moved in a house with another dog, a twelve year old Border Collie - Ben. A nice big garden and my own pup house with a little veranda for me to relax when the sun is out.


Moving from one home to another was a very traumatic experience for me. It always felt I was unwanted. Everytime my owners take me to their car, I always fear they will deliver me to a new owner. But actually they were just taking me to the vets or shopping with them. I was so paranoid.


But now I am beginning to like travelling here and there and been to many places and done some sleepovers too so this is where the adventure starts........