Thursday, April 30, 2015
One year in my new home
By Wylie Hudson
I celebrated my first year in my new home last Sunday. For
breakfast, I had a gourmet cookie—of course Hobo demanded one, too, one that I
could have eaten—and Mom cooked a steak with french fries for supper—that was
Hobo’s idea. As a present, I received a stuffed lamb. Even though I played with
it quite a while, and Mom and I had a good tug of war with it, it held up and
did not need surgery afterward. Of course, Dad was very generous with treats
all day long.
The last year has been a great year for me, with lots of new
experiences and adventures, and Hobo has taught me many things. Barking was one
of them. I’m still not a hundred percent there, but once in a while, when it’s
important, I’m able to emit a really loud bark.
In the beginning, though, I missed sleeping in bed with my
mom, but my new mom made it clear from day one that I have to sleep in my own
bed. It really isn’t that bad. I have a soft, big bed where I can stretch out
in all directions, and to be frank, jumping up on Mom’s bed would give me a
little bit of trouble, now that I’ve gained some weight.
Something else I missed during the first year in my new home
was the monthly visit to the beauty parlor. Mom does my bathing, and she does
it in the backyard with a water hose. It was quite a demotion, but I found out
it’s fun having Mom do the work, soaping me up, rubbing me down and drying me
off with a hairdryer. Once in a while, I roll around in some good-smelling
stuff in the yard just to make Mom give me a bath.
So, everything is working out OK. I’m a very happy dog, and
I’m sure glad Hobo came to C.A.R.E., our local animal shelter, to hire me as
his right paw.
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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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