Saturday, August 28, 2010

Meet & Greet & Meat

Show Doggie here. Enough of that story about those other pups. They have their home, I don't.

So, today I hear my foster mom talking about meetin' and greetin'. I have no idea what she is rambling about. Something about pets being first, blah, blah, blah. Oh, got it now, we are going to Pets First in Newburgh. That foster mom of mine thinks she is being real sly by putting the leash under her shirt. LOL. Them other dogs will catch on to that real quick. But, somehow we manage to get out the door without them!

Uh oh! What is that big white box with wheels she is trying to get me into? No way. Uh uh, I ain't real crazy about that. Let's just turn around and go back in the house. I mean, what was wrong with me just laying around on my bed? I was perfectly happy. Why do I need to meet and greet anyone? This house is fine with me. I mean, seriously, after 10 hours in the other box with wheels and sharing my kennel with that other beast, why would I want to get back in the box?

Short wresting match, but mom wins. Away we go. Short ride, just like she promised. Okay, so far, so good. The box stops, so I guess we are here. Let me out, let me out! I am feeling a little claustrophobic in here. Good, here comes mom. She barely gets the door open a crack and I see freedom!

Happily making my way to the front door...hang on just a second, I think someone is following me. I can see him over my shoulder. He is a handsome fellow though. Quite the looker. Why it is another black dog just like me. Did I mention he is pretty good looking? Thump! Bump! That isn't another dog, just my reflection. Mom says those are the doors. Ooops, silly me, I knew that.

Holy dog biscuits! I think I died and went to heaven. There is rows and rows of all kinds of good smells. Treats, dog food, toys...oh my! Wait, there is the aisle with all the really big bones in it. Oh my doG! Then there is this really nice lady who keeps giving me treats. Wait a second, there is another dog to keep me company. I wish I could whistle, cause man, ain't she a looker? Tiny little waist, big brown eyes, long legs...okay, snap out of it man! Stop drooling!!! They call her Sable and she is a beauty!

But wait, I ain't even got to the the best part yet. This meet & greet place is right next door to a meat market! Now I know I must surely be in heaven. Skip the meet & greet and get me to the meat market! I heard someone else say dogs aren't allowed in there. Well that's fine, 'cause I don't think I am like these things they call dogs anyway! The next 3 hours I keep trying to work my way to the door. That foster mom of mine must be on to my ways though, 'cause she keeps my leash real tight. Dang it! I can see the case of meat that must be a mile long!!! I can't lay down and take a break, I might miss my chance to get that meat. Plus, there are people that want to pet me and give me lovin'! I got so worked up about that meat, I forgot I was here to try to find someone to fall in love with me!

Finally, someone says time is up. So, being the gentleman that I am, I help my foster mom pack up the greetin' suitcase and...wait a second...she is shoving me back in that big white box again! How did this happen? Oh well, I have been on my feet for almost 3 hours now, forget it. That down feather topper inside the box is pretty comfy after all.

So I drag my weary bones into the house and barely make it to the nearest dog bed...what a day! I am exhausted!

1 comment:

  1. Hi! What a great story. I read your story about Tom, made me want to cry. How wonderful that he was able to come out of his shell. So glad you saw his need and were able to help him.

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