Thursday, January 5, 2017

Picking' a Pet...

 

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."
 Jett went to join Piper after Christmas. Somewhere they are watching and waiting. Ten wonderful years she delighted us.

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