Best Story of the Week…October 8th

I’m babysitting Max, the Rottweiler, who’s been very depressed since his father’s been away on business.

Noel called, to ask if I’d go get him at The Waggy Tail…Pet Motel.

Joan of Bark, reporting for duty, ran like Jesse Owens to the rescue.

When I got there, he was at the indoor playground where all the dogs who board, or are left for the day, mingle in a pack.

Breeds of all kinds were running, barking, playing, peeing casually, while a worker chased them with a mop.

I spot Max all by himself, moping in a corner, his big seal eyes downcast, sad…hopeless.

I knock on the window, and a Cocker Spaniel comes running over. “No, no, not you,” I holler, pointing at Max, “him.”

As if he understood, Rocker Cocker runs over to Max nuzzling him, making him finally look up.

A kid then comes, bringing Max out. 

“He won’t eat, he won’t play, he’s got no friends,” he says, handing me his leash.

“He does too. I’m his friend,” I say, like his lawyer, “and he just misses his dad.” 

I sign him out like it’s a snooty English boarding school, and head for home, but before that, I do what I’d want under the same circumstances…stop to give him a nice long hug. 

“Maxie, don’t worry,” I say, “the first thing we’re doing when we get home, is call dad.”

Well Joan did one better, we Facetimed him, and I kid you not, when he saw Noel on the screen and heard his voice, Max became a whole new dog. 

I then took a can of Taste of the Wild, Bison Stew, stashed from the last time he visited, poured it in a bowl, and watched him eat for the first time in two days. 

Humanity… it can come in many shapes, sizes and paws. 

SB     

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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59 Responses to Best Story of the Week…October 8th

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, Max’s human must be mighty special. Luckily, so are you.
    A feral cat appeared almost two months ago. His front right leg was horribly broken and badly healed. He was emaciated since it was impossible to catch a mouse. He now eats 9 Lives, Cat Chow, and table scraps. I’m finally able to pet him while he’s eating. My goal is to get the Seresto collar ($50) on him and get him to stay in our breezeway at night with a space heater. I can’t bring him in the house or he’ll pee all over marking his space. Fuzzy Face wouldn’t like it either.
    You and I know that all animals, even the wild, are just little babies.

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  2. Joan to the rescue! Big-hearted to the max!

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  3. Dale says:

    Maybe next time Noel will forego the Waggy Tail and call you directly. Max will be happier, for sure!

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  4. Eilene Lyon says:

    Aw, poor Max! At least until you came to the rescue. So glad the FaceTime worked.

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  5. I have always said we require few things in life beyond love, companionship and food. Beds are extremely useful, along with sofas to sleep upon, and of course the obligatory head and neck scratches. Max has a good companion in you, thank you.

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  6. kingmidget says:

    You done good. Poor Max.

    When my brother retired from his guv’mint job, he got another job to supplement his pension — working at a doggy day care business. He loved it. His “work” was playing with dogs.

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    • With the exception of mop detail, I get it. It’s like being a canine coach, playing catch, slapping their rears…hey, nothing like a hiney rub to get a doggie to like you. I wish Max wasn’t so serious. Maybe he’s a Capricorn. Must ask his father.

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  7. Vasca says:

    Aah, what a pleasant interlude, gives one Pause to think of doing good for everyone, yes? Max might begin dreaming of Noel leading him happily to your door. Love the tale! Woof Woof.

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  8. Great story, Susannah. Anyone who doesn’t believe animals miss their loved ones should read this. Well done.

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  9. robprice59 says:

    Paws for thought? Good piece Susannah.

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  10. Sorryless says:

    Rots are so sweet, and Max is the perfect name for him.

    I think dogs were people once, and this is their second time around.

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  11. Rotties can be so very sweet as this guy looks.

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  12. That poor dog. That was nice of you to Facetime his owner though to cheer him up a bit. I would think depression would be just as hard for animals especially because they probably don’t have a lot of perspective on it. I love watching videos of dogs that meet their owners after being away a long time. Sometimes they don’t even recognize them until they smell them and then they just go crazy jumping around, tail wagging like a wind turbine. This is one of my favorites: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-VosRQT0do

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    • I told Max’s dad, next time, just bring him to me. It’s kinda like having a man around the house, in a dog suit, because he’s so dapper and debonair, even when he eats. I half expect him to ask me for a cloth napkin. 🙂 Thanks for the film. 🙂

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