Angel Girl
My name is Angel Girl and I\’m eight years old. My ethnicity is a combination of out-of-control terrier and everybody-loves-me poodle. I adopted my humans when I was five weeks old, before the ASPCA standards were as high as they currently are. That explains why these unimaginative, boring suburbanites slipped through the cracks.
Each weekday morning, I slyly observe my humans through half-raised lids.
First, the old man who refers to himself as \”Da\” showers, dresses and leaves the house. A brief snooze later, the old lady who insanely thinks she\’s my \”Ma\” emerges from the rain room ready for work, and I hop down and follow her enthusiastically to the front door.
\”Let\’s go check out the front, shall we?\” she coos.
She thinks I prefer the front yard because the grass is thicker. Forget it. The front is the happenin\’ place. People might walk by with their own dogs in tow, or a neighbor may stroll out to retrieve a newspaper. These are my chances to get in a few good barks while staying close to the protective Ma.
I take out to take care of my business and admit it does feel good, but more important, SHE thinks I\’m good as she gushes, \”Dat\’s a gooood girl, Angel, yes you areyes, you are.\”
She promptly gives me a treat. Imagine that. I get a treat for doing what I would have done in the living room had she not let me out. (more…)