Dogs Just Wanna Have Fun by Richards Jass;

Author:Richards, Jass;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dog, funny, stories, attitude, quirky, feel good, feminist, sarcastic
Publisher: Magenta
Published: 2020-06-23T00:00:00+00:00

7

Amber

About a week later while I was feeding Snookums—and Kessie, since they had to get the same stuff—despite their propensity to switch bowls halfway through— Several weeks later while I was feeding Snookums her new Wild Dog kibble, with real salmon—I thought that if she got it in her kibble, she wouldn’t feel the need to kill for it—not that she’d be killing any salmon in the field—or at the dog park or even at the beach—but they were out of the kind with real rabbit—I received another interesting call.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Brett? The woman who rehabilitates dogs?”

“Well, I—”

“The woman at the shelter told me what you did with Rosie,” she said quickly.

“Oh. But I didn’t—”

“I’d like you to try to help Amber.”

“Amber’s a greyhound?” How many abused greyhounds could there be in this town, I wondered.

“No, she’s a shepherd cross.”

“They race shepherd crosses too?” I was confused.

“No, she’s a Search and Rescue dog.”

“Oh. Okay, so—”

“And she’s severely depressed. That’s why—”

Ah.

“Do you know why she’s depressed?”

“I do. But knowing why— Would you be willing to come over, meet her—I can explain then.” Her voice broke.

“Sure,” I said. I was intrigued. And, seeing the already empty dishes, needed to pick up some more Wild Dog kibble.

• • •

So I bundled Snookums into her snuggly—she barely fit these days, she was growing so quickly—and waited while Kessie decided which of her many tennis balls to take with her. We got into our still very new and shiny metallic red dogmobile and drove over to Amber’s house. It was just twenty minutes away.

I pulled into the woman’s driveway, told Snookums and Kessie to stay, rolled down the windows for them, then went to the front door. I stepped around a bunch of stuff on the porch—mountain climbing gear?—and knocked on the door.

“Hi, Brett?”

“Yes.” I reached out my hand.

“Ange,” she said. “Come in. Please.”

“I have my two dogs with me,” I said. “Do you think it would help if I brought them in? They’re both certified therapy dogs.”

“Really? That would be—”

“No, I was just kidding.” Was there such a thing? Dogs who were therapists for other dogs? Snookums—the sensitive squiggly part of her, not the ruthless killer part of her—might make a very good therapy dog.

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. More than disappointed.

“But they’re both sensitive souls,” I lied. “Well, one’s a sensitive soul, the other’s an addict. Can’t go anywhere or do anything without a bright green tennis ball in her mouth.”

She didn’t even smile. What the hell had happened here?

“Okay, sure. Maybe they’ll, I don’t know…” she trailed off, and I went back to my car to get them.

Amber was indeed a shepherd cross. Crossed with an irish setter, I thought. That would explain her striking coloring: german shepherd trimmed in orange. She was absolutely gorgeous. And curled despondently in a corner of the living room. She did not look well.

Ange had a second shepherd, a younger one. Or at least a less depressed one. Specks, a shepherd and border collie cross, I thought, was interested in meeting Kessie and Snookums.

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