Sunday, August 21, 2011
What I Wish I Could Say
By: Hoppy Leighton, Yorkie-Poo-in-Residence at the Leighton household
From: A Deadly Grind – Book 1 - Vintage Kitchen Mysteries – May 2012.
Author: Victoria Hamilton
I don’t know why humans call the place I was born a ‘puppy mill’. That sounds like a nice place where they make cute puppies, but it was an awful place where we were kept in dirty cages.
But that’s the past. I’m three now, and even though I lost my leg because of where I was born, I think I’m pretty lucky. I love Jaymie, and even don’t mind Denver, the cranky tabby cat who lives with us.
There’s more, though; Jaymie’s dad… last time I saw him he smelled different. I can’t explain it, but there’s something wrong, and I’m worried.
And her boyfriend, Joel… I think he’s spending time at some other girl’s house. Jaymie asked him one day what cologne he was wearing, and he said, ‘none’, but there was a smell on him that was ‘woman’ and perfume. Jaymie didn’t think anything more about it, and Joel was relieved.
Why can I understand Jaymie, but she doesn't understand me? I try to point things out, but all I get is a pat on the head and a long walk along the river. Or a treat. Those are good, so I guess it’s okay. But I wish she could understand me.
How do you tell people bad news they don’t want to hear? Do you have any advice?
Give a dog a hand... does anyone have an answer for Hoppy?? Any of the doggies out there know how to tell a human the truth?
Victoria Hamilton can be found on Facebook, Twitter: @MysteryVictoria and at Blogger: http://vintagekitchenmysteries.blogspot.com/.