I'm not one to complain, but lately life has dealt me some
pretty hard knocks. It all started when my master bought his new car, a sparkling
red jeep with large windows, my favorite kind. Well, last Saturday he invited
me to go for a joy ride, and he took along a new girl friend. Now Sparky,
I've ridden shotgun for years, and this time, I thought, was no different.
How wrong I was. You can't imagine my dismay when this newcomer sat up front,
and my master, my BEST FRIEND, laid newspaper on the back seat and then tied
my chain to the bars above the window! I barked, I squirmed, I jumped, but
to no avail. He only had eyes for her. Then to make matters worse, he lowered
the window only a tad bit so I couldn't lean out and let my ears fly! Well,
you can imagine. With all the driving up and down hill and turning right and
left and no fresh air, I got carsick. Who wouldn't? Sparky, it was humiliating.
The girl friend gave me the dirtiest look, and my master said things I'm not
sure I can forgive. What can I do? I don't want to sit in the back again,
ever!
Belittled in Bellington
Dear Belittled.
Take heart. Perhaps this female is just another passing
fancy so play it cool. Lay low for a while. If your master invites her to
the house, be nice; but don't go licking her feet. She may not be a canine
lover. Also, give your master some time. He sounds like a nice guy. After
all, you said it yourself. Your position has always been shotgun, and not
many canines get that far in life. Just be patient. He'll come around. We're
not called man's best friend for nothing. Believe me.
