Week 8 – The Final Diary Chapter from the Crew of Seven

Big last week for the Crew! We got hosed down—proper working-dog style. No fancy bubbles, just a cold rinse and a good shake. Mum said we had to look our best for pickup day. We obliged… then immediately rolled in the dirt again.

We made sure to leave our mark before heading off. Dug up the outdoor plants, rearranged the garden, and supervised absolutely everything. The humans kept saying we were “making memories.” We call it landscaping.

Morning routines stayed the same—door opens, Mum sings “good morning” and hums that Indiana Jones song, and we bolt through the house at full tilt. We thought it was just another day of chaos and adventure. Turns out, it was our last one together.

Then it happened. One by one, our names were called. Ember left first—confident and cool, tail high. Echo followed, already trying to drive the car. Ezekiel strutted out like he’d been planning his exit for weeks. El Diablo paused for one last wrestle. Excalibur gave everyone a final nuzzle before flying off. Emperor took his time, soaking up the attention like royalty. And then there was Elon Must, the last one standing, watching the door close behind the others. He says he’s in charge now (typical).

But the magpie that’s been spying on us for weeks has moved in too—it’s keeping an eye on Elon. Every Crew needs a mascot.

So that’s it for Chapter 1. We came, we chewed, we conquered. Now it’s time for new adventures—six little legends, all fired in different directions, but always part of the same Crew.