PICK-UP: MY FIRST 2 YEARS
I say, would you like to hear about me growing up. Of course, I’m a dog, and at two I’m as old as any 14 year old child, in doggy years of course.
My story of course, starts when I wasn’t even in my mommy’s tummy yet. Mother, Oh was she not the most adorable little lady, or so I would hear our owners say over and over again. Of course my opinion does not count as we all think our mommies are wonderful don’t we?
It seems that one day she got out of her home and took a walk down the road. There, she saw this really handsome chap. He was only a little higher than she was but, where she was a mixture of light and dark grey miniature French-poodle, he was a strange mixture of different shades of dirty white and gray. She had seen a Scotty before and, she did not know how she knew it, but this was no Scotty. He had similar pointy ears and a really he-dog square jaw and Wow, that fancy set of moustaches. Her heart hammered away in her chest.
“Hi babe” he growled, ‘haven’t seen you around these parts before. Are you new to the neighborhood?”
“Actually, no” she replied “I’ve just managed to sneak out of my owners’ property and decided to have a look around.”
He walked up to her and gave her a good sniffing. I was to learn later that is the way we dogs get to know about everything and also just say “hello.” She did her own sniffing too and once they were both satisfied that they were OK he asked her if she could find her way home again. She assured him that that was no problem but, like a perfect gentle-dog he escorted her right back to her front yard. The gates were still open so she had no trouble slipping inside without her owner knowing she had been gone. Just before he said good-bye she asked “What kind of dog are you anyway?” “Oh, sorry! I did not tell you whom or what I am, did I? My name is Smokey. My owners do not seem to have much imagination do they? I am a Schnauzer.