DROPPED LIKE A HOT POTATO AND STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
Woof, kids!
Here I am...back from the doggie spa or doggie camp or doggie hotel or whatever cool name the peeps want to apply. Simply put, I was put out to pasture, ditched, abandoned, dropped like a hot potato...hold on a second, I need a tissue. Okay, I'm ready to carry on. Sniff.
A few days ago, happy me, I hop in the old jalopy and off we go on a fun jaunt, I think. Wrong. Bam, I was dropped-off like junk mail...left all alone. Maybe not alone...definitely not alone...just dumped into the hands of...who knows who...and suddenly I was surrounded by lesser-knowns and randy and rowdy canines and felines. Made me feel blue and that's not really such a good color for me. Ugh. Small comfort that I did have my own little Bow-Wow bed to rest my head upon. Woo. I missed my home sweet condo, a lot.
Frankly, it wasn't so bad to be away from Gaz and Moolie and I did receive mega-attention while hangin' with semi-strangers. Peeps even paid extra for special play time. Huh? You mean they provide non-special play time? What, exactly, is the diff?
Happily, my two showed up and rescued me just before I went into complete pity-mode. Ah, it is so fine to be back at the dogdo, er, condo and have all my special "stuff" 'round me.
Moving on...these night walks are so fun, but just getting stranger. For example, tonight we were striding on down Platt Street when all of a sudden some random stranger stopped us and wanted to pet me. Okay, good. Then another chimed in and said he sees us all the time (where does he hide, 'cause we've never seen him, ever), he works as an RN at Tampa General and parks his car in the area as he is too cheap to pay for parking (he said it, not me), blah, blah, blah...chit and chat...then, he asked what kind of shoes the Gazster was wearing. Pardon? Yeah, he loved those Cole Haan flips Gaz was sporting. Okay, we gotta go now and see ya later. Ahem.
Get to Bayshore where some maniac dude on a bicycle tried to clip us...came zooming right for us with a crazed gleam in his eye. Seriously. Gaz and Moolie are always on high-alert for night-crawlers of any kind, so they were all over this sitch and successfully dodged all that. Um, after he missed us...he fell in the shrubs...karma, kids. Just sayin'.
Next up, inside the building we dodge some wet paint and then share the elevator to the tenth with this kind of odd woman. I'll say no more about that...though I WAS wondering if there is a full-moon up there. Has to be some reasonable explanation for all the shenanigans. Yep, let's just blame the moon and we'll all feel better about craziness.
Pups, I'm gonna slam the top down on this little lap-top and put this entry to bed and my paws up on my fluffy pillow. I need to relax.
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