Shhhhhh! Jackson's asleep. Probably still hung over from Asta & Bailey's birthday pawty. Look, he's sneaked onto J1 & J2's bed again. He has some kind of radar that just knows when their bedroom door has been left open. He knows he's not allowed in there but his mission in life is to jump on the bed and drool all over J1's pillow.
In case you're wondering, it's me, Dunstan here. Yes, I know you've read about the other dog on wheels toys, Seymour, Hamilton and Barnaby but I'm the tall quiet one. I may not be fluffy but I think I'm J1's favourite. Don't tell the others though, they might get jealous.
Like Jackson I'm a rescue dog too. I was found languishing in a shed where I'd been for years with no-one to talk to. J1 rehomed me last year. I'm much bigger than the other toys and I'm made of plastic. I think I'm about 50 years old, so I'm kind of in my prime. It's my job to watch over Hamilton, Barnaby and Seymour and make sure they don't get into too much trouble. Remember when Seymour escaped from the coal cellar and got drunk on absinthe? That was because I wasn't around to keep them out of trouble!
I think I hear yawning and scratching coming from the bedroom. Jackson must have woken up. Better go pals, don't want him to catch me!