Mr. Dog by Wade Sam

Author:Wade, Sam
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Little did the dogs in Warm Springs know that in New Plains, consumer tastes had changed. Mutts had become fashionable. They were in demand, as people say. And of course, Mrs. Hilton, being the connoisseur that she was, just had to have one, and her attempt to have one custom made out of her little Penelope having monstrously failed, she took to online shopping to find the perfect mutt.

She considered for a minute a cockapoo and then swiped left. “Nope,” she said. “Not this one either,” about the next. And then about one after another: “Uh-uh . . . Not a chance . . . I don’t think so,” and so on and so on, until she had seen and passed on every dog mixture imaginable—the schnoodle, the Morkie, the Pomsky, and the corgidor. They were all mixed, but not quite right, because not just any mix would do for Mrs. Hilton. She wanted something more authentic—more muttish, for lack of a better word.

But silly her, she was looking in the wrong place. DesignerDogs.com was exactly that. Mrs. Hilton, though, bless her soul, simply didn’t know any better. All her life, she’d gotten everything she’d ever wanted from a shop. And why should things be any different now? Her search thus continued in vain—the Cavachon, the chiweenie, the Maltipoo, and the puggle. “No. No. No. No. No,” she said, fretting and fearing that she might never find what she was looking for.

But then, by chance, or perhaps by the work of an angel—for what else could Lady Katie be ?—Mrs. Hilton saw an advertisement in which that servant of the lord uttered a most profound and revolutionary line: “Instead of shopping,” she said, “think about adopting.” And then appeared a phrase that shone to Mrs. Hilton like a guiding light: #SaveTheDogs.

Mrs. Hilton touched those magic words, and the embedded link whisked her away to an ethereal place, where she at last came face-to-face with our dear friend Mr. Dog. Yes, that day just happened to be the same day that he had finished puppy school. He was a graduate now and ready to go out into the world. He’d learned how to sit and stay, how to shake hands and fetch things and such. He was a good boy. Sally had groomed him well. Before taking and putting his picture on her website, she had given him a shampoo, cut, and style so that he looked just perfect to Mrs. Hilton, like just the kind of mutt she’d been looking for but hadn’t quite been able to put her finger on until then. She read his bio: A dog from the streets . . . If he could speak, he’d say, “Rescue me!” And that was all she needed to see.

And with a simple click, Mrs. Hilton added Mr. Dog to her cart and proceeded to check out. Her payment was instantaneously processed, and then Sally received a notification in Warm Springs, prompting her to package Mr. Dog into a bundle and ship him by stork drone roundabout twenty-three time zones to Mrs.

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