Arrival Story: When our 17 year old schnauzer-mix pound puppy died, I started looking on rescue sites for our next dog-my specifications were only 2-I didnt want a puppy and I didnt want a dog larger than 25 pounds because we travel and hotels tend to like that size. Four months after my search began, my neighbor, who has 2 rescue pitts, called and asked if we'd like a lhasa apso. It seems that her vet tech rescues on the side, and she had been called to take a dog found in the woods after his mistress, a transient, was taken by an ambulance. We had previously owned a shih tzu that we had found, so we were familiar with furballs. It seems that "max" had lived with the rescuer for several months. She had placed him in a home but the owners crated him, he rebelled, and they returned him. She told our neighbor about him and said she would only try once more before keeping him herself. We adopted him, named him after our favorite japanese actor-yuji oda and have had him over three years. We thank the people who returned him everyday and bless his rescuer!
They're saying it again - hurricane. Last year we went to Queens to wait out the hurricane whatever that is. The next morning, we went on a walk and some of the trees were on the sidewalk instead of up in the air. This year, they are more worried. They stayed at our real house, waiting for the power to go out. It didn't. They were also waiting for a tree to fall. It did. They were happy that it landed in the front yard instead of on somebody's house. Otherwise, male slave was unhappy with the stack of green pieces of paper that he had to give to the people who came and took the tree away. Female slave was home all week because her library didn't have something called electricity. The slaves are not at all happy. I try to do cute things to make them feel better.
My male slave keeps talking about something called "Retirement." Now it seems like he really did it, whatever it is. Female slave tells me that we will no longer go to the train station every morning at 7:20, and I don't like that one bit. Nor will we go back at 6 in the evening. Worst of all, male slave will be in the house all day, playing with that glass and metal thing he loves so much. Furthermore, they say he will volunteer at a shelter run by the guys at Rescue Ink. When he came back from his first visit, he brought the smells of 12 dogs and 15 cats. I don't like it.
My slaves spent all morning talking about something called "Eensquay," and I think that might be some kind of secret code for slaves. Just like "Aintray" and "Istersays." Anyway, they finally took me in the car and told me they are going to Queens. That got the tail wagging for sure. As soon as the car left the parkway, I knew I was back to my favorite borough of New York City. When people there see me they always say something dopy like "Aaawww, isn't he precious?" They don't know that I have super powers. Precious indeed. Anyway, it was a nice day so we spent lots of time in the yard in front of Young Slave's apartment. Then back to everyday life.