05/29/2022
I am just a typical Dunedin dog…just and proper but with a hint or two of mischief as well. What fun! But being slightly more serious, I am also a very, very loyal companion - a true Kiwi woman! Watch out, step back and take care. I’m serious - don’t mess with me boy! Whoa! Yeah I’ll look after you real good, don;t worry about that, but first you do have to prove to me that you are really worth such incredible loyalty. I mean this is serious stuff, come on. You have to prove you can be very, very patient - even when I am deliberately weeing on your couch that I was not supposed to be near at all. If you can laugh then, we’re gonna get on like a house on fire…
I’m not an easy dog, I’ll admit that. But hey why be easy if instead you can be a whole lot more fun? Now I am Black Labrador of the highest pedigree being gifted to an appropriate family along with some of my lesser brothers and sisters. Mmm. Not easy. And why do they call it a ‘litter’? Sounds like rubbish to me. So I was one of the 5 or 6 (who remembers these things - I guess Mum did! Ouch) cuddly and loveable balls off furry stuff rolling around waiting for the right new owner to suddenly appear and claim us. Now I have never understood this. Why would people actually want to own us at all? We don’t talk, drive or do the garden so what use could we be? I suspect it may be to do with that impossible to understand emotion called LOVE that nobody knows about. But love us they do.
So here it comes - a bit embarrassing, but all of my brothers and sisters were collected BEFORE me. How? Why? What the hell is going on here? Are my teeth brown? Or my eyes weird? Or my eyebrows crazy and delusional? What’s going on? Hey you pet shop man, why am I still here mate? My wag was getting a little bit limp by now.
I wandered as glumly as I could, without actually dying, from one end of my ‘pen’ to the other. Occasionally I would also pretend to be sick and try a false vomit or two - usually got some attention and occasionally even treat food (oh my, I love food so much but more of that later).
Now in a while, more people started coming into the pet shop and buying stuff. Some even looked at me! Now for my own purposes of seeming even more reliable than I really am, I did the ‘couldn’t care less dog’ impression. Look calm it said. Look disinterested. Look confident. WHAT? I was mute, inactive and sleepy - I think they like that - I’ve been looking around you see, researching I think they call it. Yeah they like mute and sleepy.
So in sombre mood, I wandered around and looked casual all on my own. Love me go on! You know you want to…Soon a young couple turned up near my ‘quarters’ and knelt down to see me better. She was quite nice really - kind and loving. He though was someone if you had a daughter you would not want her marrying him. Trust me I’m right about this. So here we go I thought..my first adventure out there into the human emotional drama of dog buying!
