I’ve met a few good friends but I have one friend I will never forget. His name is Boz, a boy dog. My Mom, at the time, had been busy and was always out. She decided that instead of leaving me by myself in the backyard, I might as well be with a family who has a dog. My lady washer recommended Boz?s Mom. Her name is Karen; we liked each other the first time we met. But of course, I liked Boz the most. I became a regular visitor to their place. Karen told my Mom about our escapades in the back. Karen has a huge property, all fenced. She must be one rich woman! Boz and I had a real great time running around and when we got tired, we always had a rest under our favourite shady tree.
My Mom always brought lots of bones for the two of us. We never ran out. It was better than festivals and lunch outs. See, Boz and I related to each other a great deal. Just like me, he was always alone at home when our Moms were out. I couldn’t understand why some Moms have to leave the house. Can they not just stick around to feed, play, and just look after us? Karen told Mom how sometimes she wondered what was cooking at the back of our (Boz and I) heads. If only they knew… but I am not telling.
Well, as my Mom always says, “great stories have to come to an end”, our story had to end, too. For some reason, my Mom did not bring me over to Boz anymore. I think Karen had to work full time and no one would let me in if I went over. Maybe I did some naughty things. I don’t know. What I knew was that I was missing my boyfriend terribly. My Mom told her friend that I hadn’t been eating too well for few days. Neither did I want to play with her. I just wanted to be left alone in the far corner of our backyard – sitting and just watching those birds hovering around. I wish I could tell them to pass a message to Boz …. that I missed him terribly. Maybe Boz was thinking of the same thing; maybe it’s the same birds hovering around his place, and maybe he also wanted to pass the same message to me. Well, as my Mom always says: “Ce’st la vie”. I agree: that’s life.
I have a few more secrets to tell. After quite sometime of brooding over Boz, I finally got over my desperation. Along came two new neighbours … and both have dogs…. and both are boy dogs (yeah!). Their names are Bark and Buttons. And then, another existing neighbour (just opposite our house) decided to get a dog, as well. Of course, to my delight, it’s a boy dog, too. His name is Roy. I think Roy’s family enjoys watching my Mom and me play in the front yard and that could be the reason why they decided to have Roy. Roy and I have limited time to play, but at least I see him everyday (even by just watching him from our window). I know he loves me too because he sometimes comes to the house hoping to see me. My second friend, Buttons was named so because his Mom thought he is “as cute as buttons”. (I was just wondering why my Mom did not name me Buttons). Anyway, Buttons is always locked inside their property (must be a little bit naughty… like me) but I get to hang out with him when his mother checks their letterbox. Our Moms have a little chat and we (Buttons and I) have a little bit of ”canoodling”. Sometimes, when he has a chance, he sneaks out and comes looking for me. My third friend, Bark, got his name because he does not bark. Isn’t it funny? Anyway, Bark and I have a “little deeper relationship” … in silence (of course). He is my first serious boyfriend (of the three). Playgirl Unica. Well, what else can I ask for? I think I am one of the luckiest girls in the whole wide world!
I am also lucky to have been born and bred in a place where there are plenty of nice beaches. And we have a few beaches where the “dogs rule” (leash-free areas). When I was a puppy, my Mom used to take me to this place: She enjoyed picking up those little white (hard) things (pebbles) while I enjoyed frolicking and playing with the waves. It was so exciting to be chased by a few giant ones. I?ve always had to be smart enough to run before they hit me. See, I often swallow those salty things, which makes me sick.
I met quite a lot of friends at that beach. I loved it so much but when I started to enjoy it, those beach walks had to stop.
Well, this time it was not my fault but my Mom’s. Since my Mom had some breathing problems, she was unable to walk me again. See, she has to chase me when I sometimes get naughty, then put my leash on again then she has to wash the sand off me before putting me inside the car. A lot of rituals to do, and that makes difficult for her. What I know is she goes for a beach walk with her friend (without me!). She said dogs are restricted in that place. Then they have their usual coffee (by the esplanade) after the walk. Dogs are a no-no to those coffee places. Oh, well…. what can I do. I am just a dog. Anyway, the good thing is that her friend (Aunty Lizzie) takes me to this leash-free beach (thank goodness!) and we do a good amount of walking. We are walking partners. I love my Aunty Lizzie and I think she loves me, too. One time, she was telling my Mom how displeased she was when one of the beach walkers commented that I look like a “barrel walking on four legs”. My Mom thought it was funny but Aunty Lizzie was not amused at all. She always says, “Poor Uni.” That was nice of her, isn’t she really sweet.
Recently, Mom decided to have a 10-day time off. I didn’t understand why she had to leave me. I was so sad thinking of her during those days. I?m thankful Aunty Lizzie came to feed me: See, I am not used to eating from a dish. When I was a puppy, my Mom thought it was fun to feed me from her hand. I thought it was cool, too. I loved it!
Anyway, back to Aunty Lizzie. Yes, she fed me (by hand!). I think she felt sorry for me because I looked like an orphan. One time, she even brought her 8-year old daughter, Georgia. She even gladly fed me (by hand, too). We even played a little bit. I am always happy to see Georgia. When she was younger and I was still a puppy, we always found time to play and wrestle on the floor. I loved it and I think she loved it, too.
During my Mom’s absence, I had a big but nice surprise from her. Yes, my Mom came home from nowhere. I thought I was seeing a ghost and didn’t quite understand what was going on. Well, the story is that she was sick and taken to a place where she would feel better (hospital). She thought she would only be staying there for few hours (Emergency Department). She said the doctor who attended to her did not release her. She called the place “jail”. Gee, she must have done an awfully naughty thing! I wonder if that person has got a “smacker” too. Well, I think what my Mom got was worst than a smacker because she said those people in that “jail” gave her lots and lots of needles and tablets/pills. Well, I know I take tablets here and there for flea and worm control. I was wondering how much “fleas and heartworms and worms” my Mom must have had to ever receive those countless needles and take such amount of tablets and feels. Dear oh dear, I feel so sorry for her. She must have suffered a great deal. My poor mom. Anyway, I was both happy and unhappy when she came home: Unhappy, because she had to leave me again. I thought I sensed it because (you see) she was always dressed well each time she went out. When she came home, she was wearing strange looking clothes (hospital gown) and I was told that she just escaped from that “jail” because she was missing me. (So did I…. sigh).
It turned out that no one knew from Brand Viagra the hospital that she got out and took a taxi home just to see me. See, after lunch, they normally spend a few hours in the afternoon for a “siesta”. What my Mom did was spend that time to sneak out to see me.
Wasn’t it brave of her. I am so very proud of her. I heard she was not supposed to do that. I can tell you she’s very, very naughty … but she really made me so happy (although I was just mum about it). See, seeing her with the funny clothes, I didn’t think she would stay home that day. I had that funny feeling she would leave again. After a while, of course, she did leave and I was a bit sad once more. However, I knew she was coming back soon and never leave me again. Hmmmm, another dog tale.
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