And then life happens.
Thought I’d be back sooner, dog-blogging, but guess what? The Dog-Ma brought home another dog!
Here we go again. This happened to me once before. First, she puts me in the car and we go to a weird place, and I meet a dog. You know, sniff his butt, hang out for a bit, nothing major.
Next thing I know, that butt I sniffed is coming through MY front door!
Hello? Excuse me? Do I get a vote here?
Do we live in a democracy, or what?!
That was Gadget. Now it's one month since the other new guy got here, and there’s too much to tell. Frankly, I’m a bit exhausted, so I’ll give over the rest of today’s blog to the new kid and let him tell you his story.
See you round,
Dolly La
Thought I’d be back sooner, dog-blogging, but guess what? The Dog-Ma brought home another dog!
Here we go again. This happened to me once before. First, she puts me in the car and we go to a weird place, and I meet a dog. You know, sniff his butt, hang out for a bit, nothing major.
Next thing I know, that butt I sniffed is coming through MY front door!
Hello? Excuse me? Do I get a vote here?
Do we live in a democracy, or what?!
That was Gadget. Now it's one month since the other new guy got here, and there’s too much to tell. Frankly, I’m a bit exhausted, so I’ll give over the rest of today’s blog to the new kid and let him tell you his story.
See you round,
Dolly La
Hi!
I like you, do you like me?
Hi!
I know I said that already, but that’s just my personality.
Hi! There, I did it again.
So I’m running around, right? I’m like sniffing, and peeing, and looking for stuff. I’m super-hungry. Like, ribcage showing, “can we get a dog a snack or what!” hungry. My fingernails are getting way filed down by all this running around. I’d love to find more grass somewhere.
I’m trying to stay out of the way, but there are cars everywhere. I’m in traffic, out, so I grab some sidewalk and start running.
Then out of nowhere, this car stops, and a lady hops out.
“Hi Sweetie!”
She says it in this super-happy voice, and I’m like, “Do I know you?!”
And she’s like, “Good boy! Good doggie! Hi Sweetie!”
This was confusing, but not in a bad way, so I stopped running.
Next thing I know, the lady’s gone to her car and come back with something in her hand. She breaks off a piece of it and throws it at me.
I back away, because ya know, maybe it’s a bomb. But then I catch a whiff.
Peanut Butter!
I’m down for that and slink forward and gobble it up and start to run away again.
“Hey, Sweetie, GOOD boy!” This lady is really excited, and she lobs another peanut butter bomb in my direction, so I’m like, “OK, if you’re throwing it away.”
We go on like this for a while. Meanwhile, the lady has jumped into her car to put on blinking lights and there are still all kinds of cars whizzing by, but we’ve got kind of rhythm going with the peanut butter thing.
She gets out a plastic thing that doesn’t smell like it would taste very good, and starts talking to it. “Where? How far is that? OK. Thanks.” She doesn’t use her happy voice for the plastic thing, so I’m starting to feel special.
I’m trying to stay out of the way, but there are cars everywhere. I’m in traffic, out, so I grab some sidewalk and start running.
Then out of nowhere, this car stops, and a lady hops out.
“Hi Sweetie!”
She says it in this super-happy voice, and I’m like, “Do I know you?!”
And she’s like, “Good boy! Good doggie! Hi Sweetie!”
This was confusing, but not in a bad way, so I stopped running.
Next thing I know, the lady’s gone to her car and come back with something in her hand. She breaks off a piece of it and throws it at me.
I back away, because ya know, maybe it’s a bomb. But then I catch a whiff.
Peanut Butter!
I’m down for that and slink forward and gobble it up and start to run away again.
“Hey, Sweetie, GOOD boy!” This lady is really excited, and she lobs another peanut butter bomb in my direction, so I’m like, “OK, if you’re throwing it away.”
We go on like this for a while. Meanwhile, the lady has jumped into her car to put on blinking lights and there are still all kinds of cars whizzing by, but we’ve got kind of rhythm going with the peanut butter thing.
She gets out a plastic thing that doesn’t smell like it would taste very good, and starts talking to it. “Where? How far is that? OK. Thanks.” She doesn’t use her happy voice for the plastic thing, so I’m starting to feel special.
But then, wham, the lady tosses this rope-string thing over my head and gives it a tug, and tries to pull me towards her car. The nerve of some people! I buck like bronco. “Whoa!!!” I tell her, “I thought we were friends!” She drops her end of the torture device and goes back to giving me peanut butter and bits of bread. “Well alright then,” I say.
The lady sits down on the back seat of her car, so I have to get a bit closer to get the peanut butter. Then she’s like reaching all around, I don’t know what she’s doing, but then she finds something. Fruit I think. And starts crunching on it. Apple! She takes a bit and feeds it to me. I’ll tell you a secret about me, I love apples. Carrots are OK too, but apples are friggin’ awesome.
So now I’m really into getting closer to the car, because she keeps moving further onto the back seat so eventually I just climb in so I can get more apple. I’m nervous, but more hungry than nervous.
She slams the door behind me, and I’m like “Cool, it’s quiet in here, kinda cozy, and I can eat in peace. The lady starts rubbing my ears, and I’m like, “Nice!”
She drives me to a place nearby, all the time talking into the plastic thing, and the plastic thing is talking back now, “Take a left and go 200 meters, then take a right.”
I give her a big kiss and then she leaves me at that place.
I give her a big kiss and then she leaves me at that place.
“Hayward Animal Shelter,” it’s called. I’m there for two weeks, which is alright, but no picnic. Even though Emma and Vanessa, I think that was their names. They were super!
Then the lady came back with these two other dogs. A German Shepherd who’s a little standoffish but smells divine, and a young frisky guy I could see might be
pal-material. He’s just a few months older than me.
Me? I’m coming up on one year of life. I am filled with youthful exuberance. YEAH!
So, the lady took me home.
Then the lady came back with these two other dogs. A German Shepherd who’s a little standoffish but smells divine, and a young frisky guy I could see might be
pal-material. He’s just a few months older than me.
Me? I’m coming up on one year of life. I am filled with youthful exuberance. YEAH!
So, the lady took me home.
It’s been a month now and I have to say, mostly it’s been awesome! Treats like you wouldn’t believe. Kibble three times a day! Walks all around. Dog park. I jump on the bed and the lady chases after me screaming. It’s great, except I don’t know what is up with those laundry room stairs, but I am not going down there. Nuh, uh.
The little guy’s scrappy. We play dawn to dusk. The shepherd and I go for tandem fetch, but she still won’t play one on one with me, even though I’m making an idiot of myself bowing to her all the time. But she’ll come around. They always do, because I’ll tell you one thing about me: I’m loveable.
That’s just how it is.
My name?
I’m Hayward.
Nice to meet you.
That’s just how it is.
My name?
I’m Hayward.
Nice to meet you.
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