Mostly Maggie at Doggy Day Care by Barb Norris

Author:Barb Norris
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, animals, dogs, work, job, maggie, great dane, doggy day care, escape artists, snowball, pet fiction, doggie day care, barb norris, doggie day camp, doggy day camp, mostly maggie at doggy day camp, rambunctious
Publisher: Melange Books LLC

Stuff happens. You learn

~ All Dogs Like Me ~

My family has always teased me about my love for animals. They would tell me that all small children and all animals like me. They’re either too young or too dumb to know better. In this case, the teasing had some merit. All small children and animals really do like me.

If they don’t take a shine to me instantly, we become buddies within the first two minutes of our meeting. A customer was coming into the store as I was leaving one day. She had two Italian Greyhounds with her, and I, naturally, asked if I could pet them. She said yes, and I immediately dropped to my knees to be at their level.

The lady was about to say something more when her two little greys zipped over to me and I was petting them both. The lady was stunned. She told me one of the two was extremely nervous around people, a regular “spook” that would normally cower behind her person rather than meet someone new. Now, here they both were, enjoying the whole petting thing. I never did discover which of the two the shy one was. I did feel rather privileged that whichever one it was, allowed me to touch her. All dogs really do like me. Everybody knows that.

I had a late start time one morning, and Quentin, an American Bulldog, was already in the playroom and having a great time. He was running with the other dogs. He was getting his pets from the counselor on duty. Then he sat down on the counselor’s feet, a sign of affection, I was told. I hadn’t met him yet, but he certainly seemed friendly. He looked like a happy, fun-loving dog, that is, until I went into the playroom.

Usually the dogs would all come over to say good morning, and they did that day. All of them except Quentin. Not only did he not want to meet me, he was audibly growling a rather serious growl at me and was backing away. This was a new experience. The back-pedaling made the growling seem not quite so threatening. It was just enough to make me pause.

I had been asked at my second interview if I was afraid of dogs. I told management I am not afraid of dogs, but I do respect them, no matter their size. An American Bulldog is big enough and powerful enough to demand respect. His growl, added to his size, commanded it. I took Quentin’s warning very seriously.

I stopped moving for just a few seconds, not quite sure of my strategy. I decided the best thing I could do was to go ahead with my regular routine. I wouldn’t pester Quentin, but I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t in charge, either. For most of that morning we kept a watchful eye on each other and gave each other plenty of space. I did call him by name and talked to him like I

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