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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Meet my new associate



By Hobo Hudson

Some of you may know that I have been considering hiring an associate since Lily and I got married. Between having to constantly supervise Dad, farming, barking stories to Mom and spending a lot of computer time on the bone market, it seems I don’t have much time to spend with Lily. You don’t want to know what troubles Dad got us into while I was gone on our honeymoon and the few weekend trips with Lily I’ve been able to squeeze in.

Anyway, an interesting resume came in Thursday night and, since I had a full plate Friday, I instructed Mom and Dad to be at C.A.R.E., our local animal shelter, when they opened Friday to give me their opinion about the guy. Mom called me gushing about how much she loved him so I instructed her to put in an adoption application subject to my approval.

C.A.R.E. called in the evening and said I could have him if I wanted him (foregone conclusion). The three of us were at C.A.R.E.’s door when they opened Saturday, and I gave the guy a real grilling. He answered all my questions satisfactorily, and I hired him on the spot.




The guy’s name is Wylie. This photo looks a lot like Max, but Wylie is a terrier mix just like me and is very laid-back—maybe a bit too much because you have to be really tough with Dad when he gets one of his ideas in his head.

Wylie is 6 years old and has only had one job in his life. He was hired by an elderly lady as a companion and has spent the past six years at that job but was recently laid off when she had to move and couldn’t take him with her.

Needless to say, he is a bit traumatized but seems to have recovered pretty well over the past 24 hours in my employment. I just have to give him clearer instructions and supervise him closely for a little while until he gets his confidence back.

One example was when I wanted a treat and told him to get behind Dad and help me push him into the kitchen, but Wylie misunderstood my order and jumped on Dad’s front as though he wanted Dad to pet him. Another time, Dad was sitting down and Wylie told me he wished he could sit in Dad’s lap but was afraid to ask. I told him to just walk over and jump up without asking, but the guy just put his front paws on Dad’s leg and froze, and Dad had to pick him up. This morning, he did the same thing but jumped up when Dad patted his lap. Later, he just walked over and jumped up without asking. It shows he is gaining his confidence.

My only concern so far is that he hasn’t barked a peep since he’s been here. I hope nothing is wrong with his barker because a big part of his new job is being a house guard, and a guard just can’t do his job without barking. We’ll know in a few days.




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My name is Hobo Hudson. I’ve always considered myself a terrier mix, and I’m going to leave it at that. I used to share my mom’s website writing about my life, but Mom’s stories somehow got in my way. So, I deemed it more appropriate to open my own blog, which also allows me to engage my siblings in writing posts if I’m running short on time. After all, I’m a busy dog. My mom helps me with my blog now and then, but I think it’s only to safeguard my good reputation. Her website, newsandtales.com, contains some great stories.
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