What is that smell? Who is this stranger carrying my crate? Where are Mom and Dad? These were some of the many thoughts that bounced between my floppy ears last week. After I was carried out of the long pointy car that flies in the sky, the strangers brought me to an open area to wait. I sat there until they moved my crate towards a big door and…I SAW MOM AND DAD! I was beginning to think that the long pointy car was my new home, so I was wagging my tail like a propeller when I saw them.
After we were reunited, we jumped into a car and drove away. “Oh no,” I worried. “The last time I got into a car I ended up in the sky!” Fortunately, we just drove to my new home where I share a room with my parents (which is way cooler than it sounds). I was super tired from all of the unexpected events that took place, so I went to bed and dreamed about running down the streets of my new home.
I awoke the next morning refreshed and with heightened senses. Holy smells! My family had moved before, but this was unlike anything else. Let me tell you a few tails (pun intended) about my experiences.
The first thing I noticed is that the other dogs don’t wrestle with me. I used to wrestle all day long with my golden retriever friend, Buster. But now, every time I try to wrestle with new friends they either growl at me or run away. Plus, they eat garbage all the time! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like garbage too. But I mostly eat it because I’m bored. I should really share some of my Pro Plan with them. They don’t know what they’re missing!
Did I mention that there are some creatures here that I’ve never seen before? On one of our first days here, I walked around town and saw a big pink dog who snorted a lot. Mom told me that this dog’s name was Pig. When I went up to greet her she squealed and ran away. I guess she was in a hurry to get somewhere! I also met a big black and white creature with horns. I was walking down a dirt road when we first saw him. He didn’t speak canine and I’ve never seen anything like him before, so I tentatively approached. We sniffed each other and I thought things were going well until he decided to lower his head and point his horns at me! Just like me in my crate every morning after Mom and Dad get up, I shot outta there. My last crazy encounter was with a little human. Sometimes I’m unsure of how to interact with them because they don’t pet me, so we typically stare at each other until I bark out of confusion. So, when I met one on a walk in the town, I didn’t want to give a bad impression and start things off on the wrong paw. This tiny human was sitting on a small plastic car with wheels. He saw me and stopped in his tracks. The stare down began. Instead of barking at him, I decided to mix things up and give him a friendly lick on the face (our version of a handshake), and do you know what he did? He scrunched up his face and water droplets starting coming out of his eyes! Why are the little humans so hard to understand?
Lastly, I am getting to go on some really fun rides. I recently rode in a bike car with no windows. Mom and Dad kept calling it a “tuk tuk.” For my doggie friends reading this post, believe me when I say that my jowls were flapping in the wind without putting my face out the window! Jackpot.
And that’s just the beginning. Who knows what tomorrow will bring! Every time I set my paws on the ground outside, a new adventure begins. Whether I’m stepping in a bucket of peppers at the market or running up the mountains behind our house, I’m always having fun. I hope you are, too!