The Biscuit Diaries

Day 1, Saturday, 3/10/12

May 1st 2012 6:50 am
[ Leave A Comment ]

No, I haven’t learned to type…don’t see any need really. Nope, I just dictate my entries to one of my new roommates, Bob, and let him do the manual labor for me. Don’t blame me, though, for any typos. Even though this guy claims to be a linguist, he doesn’t seem to understand Canine so well.

It’s not really DAY ONE either. Heck, I’m almost 2, but these humans are so self-centered that they measure time from the day I adopted them rather than from the day I was actually born. What the heck? I might as well humor them.

Sooooo…here I am, enjoying my morning with my foster family when in come these two guys who came to visit me a week ago. They seemed friendly enough, and I was eager for a joy ride, so I hopped in the car with them, and two and a half hours later, I’m in this town called Temple. The crib is nice enough: two-bedroom apartment—plenty of room for the three of us, so I start making myself comfortable when all of a sudden they stick me back in the car and take me to one of those places where the bipeds in the white coats prod and probe you like a piece of meat. When all was said and done, the lady in the white coat pronounced me in good health. Heck, I could’ve told them that. Like I said, they don’t seem to be too fluent in Canine. I’m actually multilingual. I speak Siberian Husky and German Shepherd (since I have one parent of each), and I can comprehend several dialects of Human.

Back at the apartment, a nice lady from the building next door came over and gave me some treats. She explained that she might be sitting with me if the two guys ever want to go somewhere. Why they would want to go anywhere without me is beyond me, but I don’t mind as long as the lady keeps giving me treats.

 
 

Leave a Comment


Enter your comment information or log in if you have an account.

Fields marked with * are required


Anti-spam Challenge:
0 + 9 =

 

Biscuit


Subscribe

(What does RSS do?)