MY NEW DIGS!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing."  Robert Brault

THIS IS:  National Animal Shelter Appreciation Week

I was sitting nicely, but they walked right by me.  My ears were perky, and I was wagging my tail.  When they walked by my cage again, any hope I had of being adopted was shattered.  They didn't even notice me.  So many people just walked by my cage every day.  I was hoping this time it would be different.  Sadly, I slumped into a corner and shut my eyes.

But wait.  An eternity later...Okay.  Maybe it was just a few minutes, but even that short amount of people time is a very long time for a dog...a nice worker who usually fed me came to my cage and opened the door.  Was she coming for me or for my cage mate?  Not wanting to get my hopes up, I stayed in the corner, but I did peek with one eye open...just in case.

Oh my!  Oh my!  She came for me!  She came for me!

In the get acquainted area, I was on my best behavior.  I nuzzled the man and woman with my nose; I snuggled against their legs; I wagged my tail like crazy, and I even offered my paw.  But, feeling dejected, they left without me.

Wait a second.  Something was different.  I wasn't taken back to my cage.  When I was led to a door I hadn't seen before, the man and woman were standing there...waiting for me!  I jumped up and down, ran around in circles, and gave everyone kisses.  I was going to my new home.

The car ride was long, but lots of fun.  People in other cars looked over at me and smiled.  My new mom spoke softly while stroking my fur.  She kept calling me Daisy.  That must be my new name, and I really like it.  My new dad, though, kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel.

I was excited when we turned into a driveway, and mom said, "We're home, Daisy."  I knew I'd be safe here because there was a bar that had to go up before we could drive in.  A man in a small hut waved at us as we drove by.

However, as we drove slowly through the streets, I noticed that some people were missing their clothes!  And what happened to their fur?  At first I didn't know where to look.  Should I look up toward the sky or should I look down at the ground?  I decided to look straight ahead to see where we were going.

When we got to my new house, mom and dad took off their clothes.  They were missing their fur, too!  It was a little awkward at first, but over the days, weeks, and months of walks and runs with mom and dad, or as people called them, Cyndy and Don, I got used to seeing all those bare people with no fur.

So many of them were friendly and wanted to pet me.  I gladly obliged.  They told mom how beautiful I was, and Cyndy beamed with pride.  I got so much attention, it made me feel welcome and special.  Some of the people were so nice that they even handed out dog treats like it was Halloween!

But the best thing, besides getting a new mom and dad of course, was meeting the other canines who live in this, um, unusual place.  I made friends with Beauty, Jessie, Snoopy, Dulce, Kahlua, Millie, and more.  When we meet on the street, we wag our tails, maybe bark "Hello", and sniff each other's butts.  If we meet in the doggy runs, we're let loose to play chase with each other and try to catch squirrels.

At first I thought this was an odd place to live, but now I wouldn't want to live anywhere else or with anyone else.  I love my new home and owners.  It just doesn't get any better than this!

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