Calendar Girl Blog: One Night Stand

By chance, I looked out my front door to see this fine creature trotting by, looking panicked. Either my front boulevard is marked as a safe place or the pet god likes sending me strays (3 dogs and 1 cat in less than a year).

As she hesitated by my walk, I quickly asked if she'd like a cookie. A universal term, cookie has no equal to a dog. Up my front steps she bound.

After cookies, water, kibble and a quick call to the closed for the night humane society, I was left with only one choice. The big beauty was having a sleepover. I showed her around, rolled out the rules and we settled in for the evening.

Within an hour you would have thought she was my dog. The only thing missing, her name, was a minor inconvenience given 'good girl' or just 'dog' got her attention.

Sleeping with a dog brings fond memories flooding back. The contented sigh that follows the judicious, 2am bum licking is a sound that no human can supply. I drifted off to sleep content with dog sprawled on the carpet. In the morning, Molly's missing dad was found and a joyful reunion was had.

Calendar Girl has been dog-free/less for afew years now. Perhaps it's time to put in a real order with the pet god.

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