Unbeknownst to the Mister, the nice lady had won. She returned to the row of cages and picked me up the next day. She called me her “special surprise” – I didn’t know how “special” that surprise would be when I greeted her Mister at the garage door. After a few uncomfortable moments, it was love at first sight for both of us.
My new family consisted of a grumpy old Yorkie named Jackhammer, #1, #2, my insightful Mom (who sang “Take a Chance on Me” all the way home), and the Mister who once loved labs. I loved my new home – and the best part – it had a great fenced-in backyard.
Six months later we moved into a new house in McKinney, TX. My fenced-in yard was even bigger! Life was good for 12 years… great climate, big yard, a family that loves me.
And then, as the saying goes… all good things must come to an end. Dad was transferred – and at age 14 I was faced with a whole new world. For instance – my first airplane ride. Do I need to remind you that I am 98 years old in dog years? Mom was soooo nervous but it ended up I came through fine. Mom on the other hand lost all color in her face when she came to get me.
How come this guy got to sit up front and I had to ride in the back of the bus?
So here is the point of this long, never-ending post if you are still with me. I arrived at our new house and I searched the yard for some sort of perimeter that I could play within. To my disbelief, there was none. NO FENCE. After Mom and Dad were taking me out on a stupid leash in bone chilling temps in the park across from the hotel, we were still in the same predicament. I wanted my independence and Mom wanted to stay warm in her new very old house.
Mom and Dad decided to invest in our first invisible fence. Some quirky guy named Karl came to introduce me to my new life. He set up a bunch of shock-inducing red flags and took me out to meet them.
They looked like boring old flags til I tried to pass one and then… YIKES!!! WHAT THE ##$$&?? Where’s the next train back to Texas??? My sista’s, #1 and #2, came out for the training with Mom. They started to cry when I yelped as well they should. Mom explained to them that it may be uncomfortable now, but I would be so happy to have my independence in my new yard once I caught on. They disagreed, gave Karl a bitchy look as well they should, and proceeded back into the house.
Karl keeps talking to me about “red flags.” I got a red flag for you Karl – they’re stupid. Just like you.
Karl decided to bring his “older” dog to help me out for training. She sure as @##!% doesn’t look as good as me. Even tho I have spent all of my years in the Texas sun, I don’t have the wrinkles she does.
This is where I offered Belle all the sirloin from here to Beantown to make Karl disappear.
“Get off our property, Karl!”
#2 leering at Karl.
Mom has not taken that crazy puffer coat or those uggs off since we arrived 6 weeks ago. I think she even sleeps in them.
Thank God, Karl is long gone. Rumor has it – he’s coming back tomorrow. I need to tell Mom this is not working for me.