Mom prepared me all day for something special. She trimmed my nails with the noisy stick thing, she cleaned my ears and smelled me a lot to make sure I didnít stink. Iím a puppy. I donít stink! I smell good. I especially like the scent of the big run in the middle of the living room. That is where I like to rub after my bath. Thankfully, I didnít have to have one of those today. Just a ďspit shineĒ mom said.
She also said I was going to have fun tonight. I like fun. I live for fun. Iím five months old, and am a Boston Terrier. I used to have a big yellow dog to play with all the time, named Lucy, but she went away and never came back. I like to play with my grandmaís dog, Skittles. She is a little older than me and really long. She never takes a break. She plays and plays until someone puts her in her crate. Then, I get to take a nap and we start over again, but Grandma lives far away, so I only get to see them once in a while. Mom decided that I needed some playtime and told me we were going to a ďsocial hourĒ for puppies. So, this is what happened:
Me and Mom were the first ones there. We went to this ladies pet boutique. Her dogs were not very friendly and didnít want to play with me at all. In fact, they growled at me when I came in the door. But then came Crush and Dave. They were so cool! Pugs they were called and about seven months old. They were HUGE compared to me. Dave didnít really want to play, but Crush, he liked me. We started sniffing each other and soon we were running around like old pals. It sure was fun to run around and play. Then more dogs started coming in to play. I was excited, but a little scared. I didnít really know what was going on, but Mom was right there, watching over me, as was a lot of people.
Then, this screamer dog came in. His name was Riley. They called him a doxin. He was long and skinny and he didnít like anyone! He scared me so bad, I ran to my mom and stayed there. He didnít yell at me, but they let a pit bull come in which was fine, but it was only supposed to be small dogs and Riley kept yelling at Buddy the pit bull and then he was yelling at everyone. So, I didnít want to play with anyone anymore.
A little boy came over to play with me and I liked him but none of the other puppies come over to play with me in my corner and I wasnít going out in the middle. So, Iím not sure about social hour. It wasnít very fun for me. I really like playing with my mom and dad best of all. Maybe Mom wonít make me go back there again.
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