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.
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