When the bald man named Roger opened the crate and let Henry out of the van, the dog’s heart sank.
Just as he had suspected.
He was back at Wonderland.
Henry didn’t understand what was going on in the place where he had lived his whole life.
First of all, he wasn’t racing anymore.
Why?
He had been racing for as long as he could remember.
And now he wasn’t.
Maybe he wasn’t quite as fast as he used to be.
Maybe that bad hip of his made him limp sometimes.
But still, racing was what he had always done.
And now he wasn’t.
And second of all, he had been moved out of the kennels where he had always lived.
Now he was in a new building, where every few days one of the dogs left and didn’t come back.
Where were they going? Why weren’t they coming back? Maybe something bad was happening to them.
Henry felt scared and confused.
He was convinced he shouldn’t stay here in this new place.
He would wait for just the right time.
Then he would run away again.