Left Behind, But Not Forgotten
You may or may not have noticed that Doc and I have not been in touch with all of you over the last two weeks. That is because for the first time since I came to live with Doc, she left me with strangers, got on a plane, and went on vacation. Can you believe it? After all, I only turned 8 months old on Monday. I’m still a baby even thought I now weigh 68 pounds. I was thinking of reporting her for abandonment to the ASPCA, but Doc said to make sure I told you the entire truth and not just my version of events. So in the interest of being honest, I guess I will stick to the facts.
There was snow on the ground on the fateful morning that she abandoned me. ( This is where you hear the violins playing in the background for effect) After breakfast, she started putting luggage in the back of the car, but as a poor little puppy, I didn’t suspect a thing. Before long she told me to get in the car and we ended up at my veterinarians office. We went in just like usual and the nice Vet Tech’s asked Doc a bunch of questions about my food and if I would chew on the blankets if they put them in my bed at night etc. Being a trusting soul, I didn’t suspect a thing. Then Doc gave me a kiss on the forehead, told me to be a good boy and while they were weighing me on the scales she left.
Now I have to admit, I was startled when I finally figured out she had left me there alone but to be honest, I had the best time. There was someone there to take care of me 24 hours a day. I got lots of pets, cuddles and treats. They nick named me “Wiggle Butt” because they said I am so happy that my entire behind wiggles when I wag my tail.
Doc must have missed me becuse they told be that on day four she called to check up on me to see how I was adapting. That gave me some comfort. Then on day eight, I was playing with one of the Vet Tech’s, when they told me Doc was there to pick me up. I wanted to act mad to make her feel guilty, but I was so happy to see her I could barely contain myself. I listened as Doc got the full report and they even told her I was doing better with some of my behaviors that you can’t do if you want to get certified as a therapy dog.
On the way home, Doc told me how much she missed me but also explained that learning to be away from her sometimes is part of growing up. As I get older she said, I need to become more independent just like I did when I stopped being scared about going in the back yard by myself. I did know deep down she would only leave me with people that she trusted. She told me that her last dog Grover stayed there when she had to be away and loved it because he got so much attention from all the nice people that work there. I agree and after thinking it over, I have decided not to be so upset about it. Even Doc needs to get away from all of her responsibilites sometimes.