I read in the local paper about a dog
adoption event, and it got me thinking. A lot of my friends have
connected with the right dog, and they get lots of love and
companionship out of the bargain, so I decided I'd give it a try.
The event was only a few days away, but luckily they still had room for another human. Early on the big day, I
arrived at the pet store, took my assigned seat at the end of
the toy aisle and waited in breathless expectation.
Glancing around at the other potential
adoptees, I noticed I wasn't the only one who was nervous. The lady
sitting at the end of the dog food aisle kept smoothing her hair with
little pats, and the boy on the treats row tapped his foot with maddening monotony.
It seemed ages that we sat and waited, but finally a silence fell. I sat up, alert and ready. The dogs! Here they came, strolling in quite casually and looking us over.
There were various breeds, colors, sizes and I watched them all with great interest, until a sharp noise suddenly vaulted me six feet in the air.
I landed safely back in my seat,
trembling violently. Looking down, I found the source of the noise, a small fluffy specimen of some eight or
so pounds who was definitely quite pleased with himself.