'It had been eight months since The Boss and I first saw each other through the wire mesh of his compound, and during that time we had formed a strong bond of friendship.
Joining the Perfect Pets club with a view to learning to cope with him, as we progressed, I began to feel the first stirrings of ambition, so I set my sights on trialling, hoping we would cover ourselves in glory in the trials ring, regardless of the fact that our antics in class had failed to impress our instructors.
Despite my lack of knowledge, and The Boss's lack of obedience, I managed to teach him enough to make it into the seniors' class. By then, I was ready for anything - anything, that is, except being asked to take the trainers' course. I couldn't believe it! Our performance hadn't been particularly good in any of our classes, and on the euphoric ego trip I took following this request, I never stopped to wonder why I had been chosen for such an honour.
It would be fair to say I developed delusions of grandeur, until I overheard a conversation between Joe, my old instructor, and Brian, the head trainer. Brian had been giving me details of the trainers' course and Joe happened to be within earshot of our conversation. Unfortunately, I also heard him ask, "Are we that desperate for a trainer?" And that was when my bubble burst.' (Publisher's blurb)