2. Sassy
2. Sassy
One of Steve’s friend, Sassy, invited us out to visit her and Abbey, her new dog. It was a long drive getting there, Sylmar, but I didn’t care because I wasn’t driving. I think I could if Steve would let me (I have a license) but I get the impression that’s not going to happen.
Sassy and Abbey lived in a nice little house on a long street with a lot of other little houses that all look alike. I mention that now because it becomes an important factor later in my story. Steve and Sassy left Abbey and me on the patio to get acquainted and they went inside the house. Steve had promised to help her fix a computer problem. He’s good at stuff like that. Well, after a few minutes of keeping Abbey company, I got bored and I had developed a bond with Steve. I’m told it’s called “separation anxiety”. It means I don’t like being left alone. My last family left me in the backyard when they moved and it apparently gave me this condition. Steve really had a surprised look on his face when he looked away from the computer and saw me sitting alongside of him. What he didn’t know was that I had pushed a hole in the patio’s screen door with my nose to get to him. I was told that was a no-no as he wagged his finger in front of my face (I just hate when he does that) but I was really feeling nervous and anxious not knowing where he was and had to find him..
I was quickly escorted out of the house and Abbey and I were put in the backyard with a 6-foot tall fence and wooden door. I was not happy and started to say so. I barked for about 5 minutes. I’ll bet everyone was happy when I stopped, but then Steve had another surprise. He got a phone call telling him “his lost dog had been found”.
When I was in foster care at the Cat Connection I do remember getting something injected in my shoulder. I Can’t explain it either but the animal rescue I was rescued by and adopted from was the Cat Connection.
Anyway, after they stuck this microchip under my skin and I got a silver medallion attached to my collar that had my name and a phone number to call in case I got lost.
So when Steve got this call from the microchip lost and found agency, He thought there had to be some mistake. He rushed out of the house, swung open the backyard gate, and all he found was Abbey. I don’t think he had to ask her what happened. Like I said, I get real nervous and anxious when we are separated, so I figured I would jump the fence (I’m a real good jumper) and find him. The only problem was that all the houses looked alike (remember I told you that would be important), so I just started barking and pawing at different front doors until this nice lady opened the door and then called the telephone number on my silver medallion and they called Steve's cellphone.
I only missed by about 6 houses, and when I saw Steve and Sassy walk out their front door I ran as fast as I could to them. I think this was a valuable lesson for both of us but since I’m the one with the problem, Steve is the one that learned not to leave me alone.
Later that evening, we went out to something called a Dinner Theater. The dinner part I understood but the theater part I didn’t. Abbey stayed home – I’m not sure why but I think it was because she didn’t have anything to wear; like a vest like mine. Anyway, I sat under the table and then Steve put a bowl of water beside me. Every once in a while, I would poke my head up from under the tablecloth and someone would either pet my head or give me something to eat. Either way it was great.
Late in the evening, there was a big commotion with lots of applause and all of a sudden we were all standing up and walking out of the building to our car.
On the drive home it seemed like longer than coming, but it was dark and we were both a little tired. When we drive on the highways at fast speeds, Steve doesn’t open a window for me to stick my head out. He says its dangerous because the wind can dry out my eyes and dust and dirt or foreign objects (whatever those are) can hurt them, so I just stretched out on the back seat and must have fallen asleep.
Steve must be a mind reader, because as soon as we pulled Into the garage and parked the car, he took me out for a walk so I could do my business. He always tells me that I have great self-control and can hold it for a really long time, but I’d rather not.
It was a long day with lots of new experiences for everyone.
End of chapter.
One of Steve’s friend, Sassy, invited us out to visit her and Abbey, her new dog. It was a long drive getting there, Sylmar, but I didn’t care because I wasn’t driving. I think I could if Steve would let me (I have a license) but I get the impression that’s not going to happen.
Sassy and Abbey lived in a nice little house on a long street with a lot of other little houses that all look alike. I mention that now because it becomes an important factor later in my story. Steve and Sassy left Abbey and me on the patio to get acquainted and they went inside the house. Steve had promised to help her fix a computer problem. He’s good at stuff like that. Well, after a few minutes of keeping Abbey company, I got bored and I had developed a bond with Steve. I’m told it’s called “separation anxiety”. It means I don’t like being left alone. My last family left me in the backyard when they moved and it apparently gave me this condition. Steve really had a surprised look on his face when he looked away from the computer and saw me sitting alongside of him. What he didn’t know was that I had pushed a hole in the patio’s screen door with my nose to get to him. I was told that was a no-no as he wagged his finger in front of my face (I just hate when he does that) but I was really feeling nervous and anxious not knowing where he was and had to find him..
I was quickly escorted out of the house and Abbey and I were put in the backyard with a 6-foot tall fence and wooden door. I was not happy and started to say so. I barked for about 5 minutes. I’ll bet everyone was happy when I stopped, but then Steve had another surprise. He got a phone call telling him “his lost dog had been found”.
When I was in foster care at the Cat Connection I do remember getting something injected in my shoulder. I Can’t explain it either but the animal rescue I was rescued by and adopted from was the Cat Connection.
Anyway, after they stuck this microchip under my skin and I got a silver medallion attached to my collar that had my name and a phone number to call in case I got lost.
So when Steve got this call from the microchip lost and found agency, He thought there had to be some mistake. He rushed out of the house, swung open the backyard gate, and all he found was Abbey. I don’t think he had to ask her what happened. Like I said, I get real nervous and anxious when we are separated, so I figured I would jump the fence (I’m a real good jumper) and find him. The only problem was that all the houses looked alike (remember I told you that would be important), so I just started barking and pawing at different front doors until this nice lady opened the door and then called the telephone number on my silver medallion and they called Steve's cellphone.
I only missed by about 6 houses, and when I saw Steve and Sassy walk out their front door I ran as fast as I could to them. I think this was a valuable lesson for both of us but since I’m the one with the problem, Steve is the one that learned not to leave me alone.
Later that evening, we went out to something called a Dinner Theater. The dinner part I understood but the theater part I didn’t. Abbey stayed home – I’m not sure why but I think it was because she didn’t have anything to wear; like a vest like mine. Anyway, I sat under the table and then Steve put a bowl of water beside me. Every once in a while, I would poke my head up from under the tablecloth and someone would either pet my head or give me something to eat. Either way it was great.
Late in the evening, there was a big commotion with lots of applause and all of a sudden we were all standing up and walking out of the building to our car.
On the drive home it seemed like longer than coming, but it was dark and we were both a little tired. When we drive on the highways at fast speeds, Steve doesn’t open a window for me to stick my head out. He says its dangerous because the wind can dry out my eyes and dust and dirt or foreign objects (whatever those are) can hurt them, so I just stretched out on the back seat and must have fallen asleep.
Steve must be a mind reader, because as soon as we pulled Into the garage and parked the car, he took me out for a walk so I could do my business. He always tells me that I have great self-control and can hold it for a really long time, but I’d rather not.
It was a long day with lots of new experiences for everyone.
End of chapter.
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