Day six in this strange new place. Was it only a week ago that I followed a stranger into his car, ending up in the most exhaustive journey of my life?
After a long car ride I was boarded for a couple nights. No one told me what was going on and I was missing my Auntie Annie somethin' fierce, because for some reason she wasn't there! (Little did I know she was missing me too at home...) Two days later I was stuck in a massive wooden crate and plunged into darkness for the next 10 hours. I'm not sure what was going on, but it was quiet and pitch black so I had a nice, long nap after barking my face off at the people handling my crate.
A bit dazed, I was taken out of the dark and brought to a room where I kept hearing the word 'processing' thrown around. They checked me over, gave me some shots, let me use the facilities and fed me a well-deserved snack. Apparently I was good to go, because I didn't have to go into something called 'quarantine' that sounded really scary. At this point, I still had no idea what was going on.
An hour of traffic and we came to a stop. I heard voices that I recognized... could it be... surely they're not who I think they are? Something within me just KNEW and my tail was slamming against the sides of the crate; as soon it was opened I shot out like a cannon and YES! My MOM and DAD were there to greet me!! What?! How did you get here?! That was the last thing I was expecting! I was torn between greeting them and sniffing the incredible, intoxicating new smells on this street; they took me into a new place and I couldn't get enough of them! Fortunately I was able to hold my pee in, because in my haste I forgot to go before entering. They finally got the drift and took me on a walk, where I took the longest pee of my life.
We walked to a huge park nearby, and guess what was there: a MILLION dogs! At least that what it seemed like, dogs of all shapes and sizes and I played my heart out until I could barely move anymore. I really can't help myself and keep erm, humping all the small dogs. Mom says I have to stop that or we won't be allowed to play. Apparently they all gather every evening and I can't wait to meet them all.
Here I am at my new park checking for potential friends
Our house is like my Annie's but I'm not allowed to bark at all the noises, (and believe me, there are LOTS) but my parents don't like it. I don't understand why; I hear a noise, I want to alert them to someone's presence! Whatever. Also new to me is getting a nice, long rubdown with a towel and then being cleaned with wet wipes after every walk. My mom tried to give me a bath when I first got there; it was terrifying and I hated every minute of it, so to get back at her I tracked muddy foot prints on the carpet that she had to scrub up. Ha, take that, Mom. So now she just cleans me on the porch. She loves it and is really looking forward to winter walks when it's freezing and muddy.
My new stoop!
Speaking of, the other night I was bored so I got up at 4AM to see if anyone wanted to play with me. I tricked them into thinking I really had to use the bathroom, so Mom had to bundle up and take me on a walk to the grass. She was really happy to do it, I think. I also thought I saw a fox, but she kept blocking my view lest I try to run off and eat it.
Everyone loves me here and they have funny accents. I'll keep you updated on my adventures as a city dog.
Love, Diego
