Thursday, January 29, 2009

Writer's Workshop

Good morning! My ice is gone, which means now I have to get back to normal life. Blech.

Thursday means it's time for Mama Kat's writing assignment. This week, not as easy to choose as last week, but I'm going to talk about a stray animal I once took in.

The only problem, is, technically I didn't take him in, I was just a witness to taking him in. Michelle came across this stray black puppy up at the local park. He was SOOO cute, and SOOO fluffy, and very friendly. There was no way we were going to leave him behind, so into Tazz (Her white Honda) he went. We advertised for him, but no one claimed him. The biggest problem that we had, was that both of us lived in the dorms! Puppies were certainly not allowed in the dorms, so we hid him in one of the empty stalls in the horse barn. Msh had named him Oreo, and he was wonderful. We finally got him in to the vet where we weren't so pleasantly surprised to find he was a Newfoundland. Yeah, do you know how BIG those guys get? He wasn't going to be easy to hide for long!

Still, Oreo loved being a college dog. During student elections, he pranced around with a sign around his neck, "Yo Quiero Hayes" for the President, teachers loved having him in class. The Art History professor brought him his own pair of shoes - rawhide, of course. And, every day, he grew another inch.

Eventually, the barn manager caught on and informed Msh that Oreo had to go. I don't remember the in's and out's, but I do remember that we found a home for him on a farm with a lake that he immediately fell in love with. Last report, he was almost 200 lbs and still all puppy.

Msh is the one who convinced me I am so not a cat person. I am all about the cuddly, loving, "Play with me" dog's world.

Now . . . it's your turn to play!


blueviolet said...

I'm glad he ended up on a wonderful farm but they get to be 200 lbs? Wow.

melanie @ don't expect much said...

Cute story! So glad you found him a good home that he loves. :)