On the Bart story. We went to visit him yesterday at the SPCA. We first went to the sick bay, but they led us over to where the kennels are. Oh, great. He’s well enough to be in a kennel now, I thought.
Um. No. He’s in the director’s office. Everyone who enters the admin area gets to pass him and get kisses and give treats. He’s gained so much weight in the last two weeks that you can’t see his ribs anymore! And he’s a LAP dog! The sweetest lap dog you ever met — I sat on the floor to get more kisses, and he crawled into my lap and put his head over my shoulder so Lala could still reach him for scritches. (Picture over at Lala’s blog.)
He really is the nicest dog we’ve ever met. We call him our perfect dog. In any other world, he would already be at our house, but with the four cats, two dogs, and one very old dotty sometimes-crazy Harriet-dog, we just can’t take him. Can’t. We REALLY want to, but we’re being smart. So because of that, he will always be perfect in our minds. He’s never chewed up anything! Never! He’s never peed on the carpet OR pooped in the kitchen. He never, ever whines to wake us up in the middle of the night.
But god, he is a love. Bay Areans, really. Every single person at the SPCA is in love, and they don’t fall easily. Those folks are pretty tough. And they’re head over heels. Plus, if someone we knew adopted him, then we could have visiting rights, right? I’d make him a sweater for Xmas……
Get a Free Short Story!
Subscribe to get a free copy of Socks for Alex, a Cypress Hollow Short Story, compatible with all devices!