So last weekend I saw all this going on. I was so excited, jumping up and down and barking to show them how happy I was. Finally, Dad told me to come with him and out we went to the van. I love going places in the van. I can stand up and walk around. I can look out the windows and sit in the front seat (if Mom isn't around).
We didn't drive very far. Only a couple of blocks and we stopped. When we got out I was so happy. We were at the lady who gives me a bath and cuts my toenails. It's always fun when I get to go there. But I couldn't figure out why Dad brought my toys and my blanket. And then I realized THEY WERE LEAVING ME HERE!
I don't want them to know, but I kind of like getting to stay there. There is Girl, a Black Lab that is my BFF. She gets kind of lazy sometimes, but she can be a lot of fun to play with. And the people there take me outside a lot and play fetch and stuff with me, so it's really an OK place to have to go.
But I still pouted when they came to pick me up TWO DAYS LATER! Really. Can you believe it. They left me for two days. Isn't that some sort of animal abuse or something? I wanted them to know that I wasn't very happy, so I just laid around and whined. I didn't eat. I didn't play. Because of course, they had to go to work the next day and I had to be home all by myself. They should have just left me at the other place.
My pouting must have worked though, because this weekend I got to go shopping with Dad. He put my blanket in the van, BUT NO OVERNIGHT BAG! I knew we were just going to have fun. We drove for awhile and I came up and got in the front seat for awhile (don't know where Mom was at). We went all kinds of places, so I got to watch a lot of people coming and going. Dad doesn't think I bark when we go on our trips, but I do sometimes when I want people to come and talk to me. When I go with Dad he buys me stuff too. I got a brand new collar (Bright Red--I'm not sure it really goes with my strawberry blond fur, but it is pretty) and a leash to go with it. He also bought me a huge new bone to chew on. Can't wait to get going on that thing!
Sunday was a pretty good day too. Mom played with me outside a lot and even when no one was outside, it was really nice. I took a couple of naps laying in the sun. Need to work on my tan before lake time, you know!
Well, that's about it for now. Don't know when I will get to talk again, but thanks for telling Mom to let me write once in awhile.
Puppy Kisses to you all,
Chloe
What a sweet slice. I love the dog point of view. It's true they LOVE to go places.
ReplyDeleteI love how you wrote in the viewpoint of your dog. It sounded so realistic. It's making me wonder what my dog back home is thinking... I hope Chloe will guest blog again soon!
ReplyDeleteI love Chloe's perspective on things! They are just so adorable. I'm sure she is having fun showing off that snazzy new collar and leash.
ReplyDeleteI can pretty much tell you that Max would have the same reaction as Chloe. Cute story. Thanks, Chloe for sharing!
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ReplyDeleteChloe sounds delightful. I loved the line that she was working on her tan. Made me smile.
Love the voice you give to Chloe, the black lab BFF-so appropriate to go with Chloe's color, and the question about doggie abuse-Hm-m-m, could she be fooling you?! Thanks Deb. And-FYI-I shared your post about the judge's comments with staff this am. I write a newsletter every two weeks for them & as they are prepping for conferences, I thought a piece about the importance of words was so important, then came your 'gift' of words. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteWhat a neat perspective ;) I really enjoyed this post!
ReplyDeleteChloe, you are one lucky dog to have so many adventures. I never get to just go for a ride in the car for fun any more--my sister barks too much. I wish she would just do it in secret, the way you do!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait until my mom and dad go away, so my sister and I can go to Granny's house to torture Uncle Roy. Uncle Roy is a giant coonhound, but he has no idea how big he is. I have him fooled into thinking I am in charge.
Thanks for slicing so that I go a chance to comment. Mom is always hogging the computer.
-Roosevelt (Roo)
I loved the last time you wrote from Chloe's perspective, and this one is so cute as well! I think my favorite part was how "she" called the black lab her "BFF" -- now her voice is a girly teenager's voice in my head!
ReplyDeleteAh, the life of a dog.... :)
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love Chloe! Please give her an extra hug and maybe a belly rub from me. You are such a good mom, Deb! Thanks for letting her have a voice.
ReplyDeleteLove that dog! "She" tells her story so well. Thanks for letting her write once in a while.
ReplyDeleteI liked the short sentence structure, much like I imagine Chloe would have...sorry, Chloe, I'm talking to your mom right now.
ReplyDeleteChloe, I don't think you should pout like that. You are lucky to have such wonderful people and you know they would take you if they could! It just couldn't happen this time. You must look very nice in your new collar. Make sure you say "thank you"!
Oh, and Pippi, my dog says you look like you would be a good friend to play with someday. She loves lakes, being a Golden Retriever.
I loved the way you wrote this...through the eyes of a dog. Wonderfully portrayed! Puppy Kisses...love them!
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I like comparing these to your other writing; here, the voice demands, and you provide, a stream of short, fairly clippy sentences. A great example of a writer adjusting form and language choices to fit content and voice. Sweet!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun way to write...I might try this perspective with my students.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back to the blog-o-sphere Chloe! I love it when we get to hear things from your voice.
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This is my favorite post I have read, Deb. How original! Do you know the book, My Big Dog by Janet Stevens? This post reminded me of it.
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