Gosh, I’m hungry! It’s almost time to eat so I guess I’ll talk to you to keep my mind off food. It’s pretty depressing, though, to think a highlight of my day is getting two cups of those brown balls for supper. Such is the life of a dog.
Anyways, to take up my story from last time, the rescue people told me one day that they had found a home for me. They brought me to a Feeders Supply to meet my new family and my Mom and Dad were waiting in the parking lot when we arrived. They looked OK to me then, not like dog-killers or anything, but still I was a little nervous because you never know about people. Plus, I was just about driven to distraction because of all the smells around and all the pee-mails that had been left for me in the parking lot. I worked hard to answer as many as I could while everybody stood around yakking, but I know I didn’t get them all. The rescue people finally helped put me in the car and off we went to my new home which I liked right away. I ran through every room investigating and could smell another dog had lived there once, but something told me that maybe he had gone to heaven. And then I got to go outside where I had a big yard all my own! A lot of riff-raff there, but I knew I could straighten that out in no time. Mom came out in the yard and hit tennis balls to me which is my favorite thing of all time. I got so excited that I tried to jump on her a couple of times, but she didn’t like it so I stopped. During the night, I went in to look at her while she was sleeping and I gave her a lick on the cheek for being so nice to me. She called it a drive-by kiss.
That was just the beginning of the story. Now, I love my Mom so much there are not even words for it and I am not just saying this because she is writing it down. I love her as much as my ball and, as any dog knows, that is huge. She is the first person I want to see in the morning and the last one I want to see at night. I follow her around all day long so I know where she is at all times. She feeds me all my meals, kibble that’s true, but she always puts a little treat on top to make it taste good. She makes sure I have plenty of water and puts ice-cubes in it because she knows I only like it cold. She brushes me and cleans out my ears (a full-time job) but is a little too hung up on baths in my opinion. She also rubs my belly, scratches my ears, takes me for walks and lets me go bye-bye in the car. When we go up to Feeders, I hide behind her as I am scared of the large, gray monsters called “grocery carts” that live there. I am not sure why, but Mom is not afraid and she doesn’t even have any fangs, just little white nubs that she calls teeth. Mom says I am ridiculous but still her good boy.
I love my Dad second best. I spend the most time with him because he doesn’t have to go to the place called work. (I would like to bite the place called work; I hate it because it always takes my Mom away from me.)Dad is sick and his arms and paws don’t work right. I try to lick them to make them well, but I haven’t seen any change yet. Dad loves me, too. I like to lie on his feet and watch TV with him, but FOX doesn’t carry near enough canine programming. Dad tries to pet me and calls me a good boy, too, although sometimes I am “the damn dog” as in “The damn dog just dropped that slobbery ball in my lap again.” I wish he would get well so he could play with me, too.
Do I hear the sound of kibble? Gotta go!
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