He was woken by the sound of the bell at the reception desk. In a panic he looked at his watch, and gasped when he saw the time. “The King shall take off my head!" he thought. “I hope he is in a good mood.” He rushed out of the entrance, the right paw of the giant plastic dog at the front of the puppy parlour, and dashed off to the dogger bus.
The sausage-dog-shaped vehicle hovered over the bustling city streets, preparing to descend at the next stop, a couple of metres down the road. A black nose sat at the front of the bus, purple ears and tail behind. Circle windows were scattered across the sides of the vehicle, disguised as the dog's spots.
As a result of Fefurr's lack of time management, he found himself frantically pushing through jostling crowds along with many other dogs. It was all tails and ears, as they tried to claim a good seat in the dogger bus.
Fefurr fortunately managed to get a seat before the bus was completely full to the brim, but he hadn't been able to call dibs on a front seat. The bus left the forlorn concrete, and picked up speed as it headed towards the palace. Many dogs had come off the bus, which left only Fefurr and two others to disembark at the last stop.
After a few minutes time, Fefurr found himself rushing down the gravel path that lead him up the hill and to the palace. Berry bushes that were sophisticatedly trimmed in all shapes and sizes, lined the pathway leading up to the grand yellow and purple doors. Two purple and yellow identical flags perched proudly on the top of the two side towers. A crown-shaped balcony sat neatly on the top of a giant marble bone. He continued up the pathway and reached the doors. He rang the bone shaped door bell an orchestra of barks echoed through the air. Eventually the sound of the barking died down and the grand doors opened. Fefurr's stomach was in knots as walked into the marvellous entrance full of detailed sculptures of past kings. A grand staircase lead up to some more doors that opened into the throne room. Suddenly, Madame Le Poof, the royal fur dresser, hurried over to him.
“Where have you been? Hurry along now, if you're quick the King won't mind too much.”
“I doubt it,” Fefurr contradicted.
He moved up the stairs that were lined with smooth white marble. He hesitated a moment before reluctantly pushing open the doors. Fefurr slowly padded in, trying not to be noticed, but the door disobeyed his need and slammed loudly, letting a loud sound echo through the air. His eyes glanced around the room and up to the king. The King was a large, beautifully groomed German Shepherd. He looked like any other dog, the only difference being a sparking golden crown that perched neatly in place on the top of his head. His throne towered over everything in the room.
“Sorry for my lateness, your majesty,” mumbled Fefurr, nervously waiting to be taken to the dungeons to be beheaded.
“I hope that it had good meaning,” The King grunted, his dark blue eyes staring right at Fefurr like spot lights.
“Yes, your majesty,” Fefurr answered looking at the ground.
“Just go and sit down,” The king demanded impatiently.
Fefurr went and sat in his chair next to the King. It was a tiny wooden chair that had 'Fefurr McWoof, Kings Assistance' engraved in golden metal letters on the top. It looked like a pile of trash next to the King's marble jewel encrusted throne.
He sat there listening to the King blabbering on about how he needed a new pillow for his throne, because his old (two day old) one wasn't puffy enough. He then turned to Fefurr.
“Fefurr go to the royal cushion maker and order a new pillow. Tell her she has exactly 24 hours from now, I can't let my tail be any more painful than it is now." The King commanded.
"Yes, your majesty," Fefurr replied as he began to scuttle towards the door.
"Wait, wait, come back, you need the design. Make sure she knows to use every little piece of detail," the King boomed after him.
"Yes, your majesty."
Fefurr paced out the throne room doors, down the stairs and towards the tailor's room. "24 hours, all detail, 24 hours, all detail, 24 hours, all detail..." Fefurr did not want any mistakes because it would all be blamed on him.
The tailor worked her hardest, and by the end of the day, the Kings pillow was complete and Fefurr was called to pick it up. He knocked on the King's door, and once again it creaked open, to reveal the King sitting in his grand throne.
“I have your pillow, your majesty,” Fefurr started, hoping that the King would approve.
“Um… it's ok, but a bit late,” the King stuttered. Fefurr took this as a compliment.
The king inspected the pillow, trying to find something wrong with it. "Is that done right?.. oh, yes. What about..." But the King could not find anything wrong with the pillow and Fefurr was dismissed.
At the end of Fefurr’s busy day, he made his way back to the puppy parlour. Fefurr certainly did not want a repeat of what had happened earlier in the day when he lost track of time, so he decided he would spoil himself, and go to the puppy parlour again. As he was going around in the compartment, he finished off his beauty rest, this time ready for the next day of work. Maybe it would be a better idea to get his fur done in the evening, not the morning!