I'M FREE!!!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater...suggest that he wear a tail."  Fran Lebowitz

THIS IS:  Be Kind To Food Servers Month


My freedom...It didn't happen overnight, but it started there.

On our way home from the animal shelter, mom and dad stopped at a pet store.  There were aisles and aisles of foods and toys and treats and beds.  Other dogs were in the store with their moms and dads, too.  This place looked like fun.

Mom and dad took me down the toy aisle, and much to my approval, dad picked out a round, green doughnut toy that squeaked and a tug-of-war rope.  Then we headed to the back of the store.

Mom and dad were looking at...oh, no, say it isn't so...cages.  I tried to pull them back to the toys, but dad held firmly on my leash.  When we left the pet store, we had the toys and a cage.  Mom and dad kept calling it a kennel.  Duh, I knew it was a cage.  I was just rescued from one.

I gotta admit, though, that when mom and dad brought me home from the animal shelter, I was a bit...okay, a lot...wild.  In my defense, I really didn't know any better.

Being in that cage really wasn't that bad.  I was only caged at night when mom and dad went to bed or when they left the house without me.  I had fresh water and a soft bed inside, and I always got a couple of treats.  I was trying to be a good girl, so I always went into the cage willingly.  I would curl up in a corner and patiently wait for mom and dad to come home.

After several weeks of being a good girl, dad didn't cage me when he went to bed one night.  I was able to sleep next to him and mom on their warm and snugly bed.  I must have done something right because, after that, I wasn't caged at night any longer.

It took a bit of coaxing, but mom finally talked dad into leaving me free to roam on the porch when they went out on an errand.  They told me to be a good dog as they tossed me a treat, shut the French doors, and left the house.

They were hardly out of the driveway when I pushed those doors open with my snout.  Oh boy...I had the entire house to myself.  This was going to be fun!  Mom and dad were going to be so surprised when they came home to see how well I could entertain myself.

But when mom walked into the house, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw what I found to play with.  To be continued...


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