Pickin' a Pet...
(through the eyes and ears of the pet)
"They are back. Pick me! Pick Me! I'm looking as cute and cuddly as I can. Oh, pick me!"
'Dad doesn't like black dogs!'
"Did she really say that? Is he a racist?"
'But, I don't want a white dog and a cream dog. We will take the little black one.'
"Did she really say that? That she would pick me!"
'We will have to watch Piper. He might think she is a rat.'
"Who is Piper? A cat? A kid? Another dog? What is a rat?'
"She picked me up. She chose me. Ok! We are outa' here. I'm going home. I'll have my own people. And another critter to play with. I hope Dad will like me. Maybe, he won't realize I'm black."
"I have a name now - Cessna. It goes with Piper. Dad is a pilot and loves planes. I hate the name Cessna. Sounds silly."
"Now, I'm in his lap. He is petting me. Giving me treats. He has treats for me! I'm gonna' call him: Dan, Dan the treat man. That is what she calls him."
"He likes me!"
"Oh, Piper is a dog. A Westie. Seems really big. Now, he is sniffing me, but she is right here with me. She is much bigger than Piper. She will protect me."
'See your new friend. A playmate'
'You know, I don't like the name: Cessna. We are going to call you Jett. J.E.T.T. You are black. You run fast. And it is an airplane name.'
"Jett and Piper. I'm gonna' like it here."
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