Monday, August 18, 2014
Getting started in a new job
Edited by
Hobo Hudson
Written by
Wylie Hudson
When I walked
into Hobo’s office, I was overwhelmed by the most awful odor I had ever
smelled. I put a paw over my nose to keep from gagging and gasped to Hobo,
“What’s that horrible odor?” Hobo grinned and said, “Did I forget to mention
Blondie? That’s a cat you smell, and I would advise that you be real careful
around her. She’s getting old and cranky and just might whack your nose if you
bother her.”
Despite Hobo’s
warning, I just had to walk over and check her out since she was sleeping and
didn’t seem to pose a danger. I gave her a tentative tap with my paw, and she
opened one eye and gave out the most terrifying hiss I’d ever heard. My legs
turned to mush and my tail hit the floor as I rapidly backed away.
Hobo laughed
and assured me that she and I would get along as long as I didn’t startle her
for a couple of days and then took me out onto the porch to meet a couple more
of the critters. Unlike Blondie, these two came running up and asked permission
to play with my nice fluffy tail, and I instantly gave permission and knew I’d
get along fine with those two.
After that,
Hobo took me for a tour of his home and office. First, he showed me a large
room which he called a “living room.” It contained two long sofas, two doggy
day beds, a futon, an ottoman and a recliner, which Hobo explained was the only
place Dad would sit while he read or watched TV. There was also a large coffee
table and a big heap of toys under it.
I immediately
asked if I could play with the toys, and Hobo told me I could play with all of
them except for a large somewhat dilapidated stuffed skunk, which Hobo explained
was the only thing he played with. When I saw a deer antler sticking out of the
pile, I put my paw on it and asked if he would mind if I chewed on it now and
then. Hobo replied that I could have it since it didn’t have any taste, and he
had only given it one sniff when Dad brought it home.
Then, Hobo
and I went outside, and Hobo gave me a quick tour of a large fenced back yard
and showed me how to check for wilted grass and give them a little water. He
also showed me a patch of yellowish grass and told me that was where I should
deposit my nice organic fertilizer.
When we
re-entered the house, Hobo gave me my first job assignment. He told me that all
furniture is “first come, first served” and he wanted me to claim Dad’s chair
so Dad would be forced to go into Hobo’s office and work on proofreading Hobo’s
new book, which he hopes to publish soon.
That evening,
New Mom asked me to sleep with her in what she called “The guest room.” I found
it had a nice large, new smelling, doggy bed which I concluded Hobo had
purchased just for me and enjoyed a good night’s sleep, although New Mom later
told me I seemed to have had a nightmare one time during the night.
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This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.
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You are doing a wonderful job at your new job and have shown an aptitude to learn the ropes quickly
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