Once upon a time a tiny pupper was found under a commercial garage with her litter mates in Alabama. With no takers at the local shelter, she was loaded into a big van headed north. She had lots of company! 18 doggies were Vermont-bound…
It was a long but exciting trip! And because she was among the smallest (4.5 pounds), her wire crate was up top and she was able to see out the windows. She was amazed by all the strange sights and decided to keep a journal so she could remember her epic journey.
Well she proudly showed off her journal and, with her permission, I can share with PWB peeps some notable highlights!
Something weird has happened —
I’m inside a big metal box, it’s moving! and I’m very confused. But my sister is also in the big box and the hoomans seem happy and nice. It was dark and I was sleepy when one of them asked, hey, wanna stop at the Waffle House? What’s a waffle house I wondered. I looked out the window and saw this! I don’t know what the letters mean, but I smell bacon!!
Morning, and we’re still in the big box, this time in something called Tennessee. The hoomans tell us we will be stopping to see something very important — and look at this! All these doggies were in a war and are heroes!! It made me a little sad because I think I’m too small to be a hero.
More time in the big box and then I see a sign. I think yipes! I’z a Yankee now??
We were tired of being in the big box and all of us started barking just for fun! The hoomans were annoyed and distracted us by telling us that we were in something called New York. Well it didn’t look very new to me. THEN, I saw this out the window! I was scared at first, but then I thought it was funny because his eyes looked even bulgier than mine!
After that all of us were taken out of the box to eat puppy supper and do our business. Both of those things were very good! Back in our cozy crates, the hoomans sang funny songs and we helped with yelps and howls. I wish you could hear it!
Quiet again because it was very dark. THEN one of the hoomans stopped the big box and told the other that she should take a picture of “the city”. Well that was something to see! See for yourself:
After all that excitement we all fell fast asleep. The hoomans woke us up by saying “hey guys! We’re in Vermont!” What’s that I wondered. I was more interested in food than hoomans. But the window showed me something like I’d never seen before.
The doors on the big box opened and Brrr!! There were lots of hoomans there and each of us were introduced to our new hooman families!
A short trip from there to Cape Cod, where my hooman family, and me, live.
I barely remember Alabama now. I think I look pretty good in my new backyard. What do you think?
Thank you to all the rescue agencies who go to incredible lengths to save thousands of PWB’s every year. Spay and neuter, folks, and don’t forget to tip your waiter...