The Beginning

This is the post excerpt.

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It all began one snowy day in Octember, I think. I’m pretty sure it was, because the humans were hanging lights from trees and talking about Christmas. Anyway, there I was, warm and cozy with my furry mom and siblings, when the big farm lady came in and picked me up in her arms. I squirmed, but she was a big farm lady, so she won that round, and I was put into a car.

She smelled of corn nuts and jazzy jasmine deodorant. It was a long ride, especially with those horrible shrieking sounds coming from the radio. She howled along, and I buried my head in a blanket to drown out what I can only assume was some song about the mating calls of mongooses.

I wasn’t even that upset when she pulled into the vet’s parking lot, because even farm lady wouldn’t howl like that inside the office with people watching her. This part is kind of a blur, because they gave me some kind of kidnap drug, and I got very sleepy. When I woke up, there was a lot of noise, and I was in some kind of a box. Everything was moving, and I didn’t know where I was. I tried to look around but there wasn’t much light down there. I’m pretty sure I saw suitcases and at least one leopard gecko, though. I went back to sleep, and the next thing I knew, I was being pushed on a cart among all sorts of crates and things, and a lady-human was waiting for me in an office of sorts.

She was quick to open the door to my crate, and lifted me out to hold me up where she could see me better. She had black fur on her head and red stuff on her lips, and then she was crying and hugging me. That’s when I knew that this lady was the crazy. She held her phone near me a bunch of times, but I had no comment. I was sleepy from the weird trip I’d taken, and needed to pee. She carried me in one arm, the crate dangling from her other hand, then she put me on a nice, warm seat in the car. I peed on it, and crawled into her nice, dry lap to sleep some more.

After a time, we came to a house, and she took me in through the fence where she let me run  around to explore for a few minutes. My first move was to waddle over to a rosebush, and take a big bite from one of the blossoms. This seemed to amuse the human, and she laughed, before picking me up to take me into the house. I will never forget the first thing I saw in there. Oliver. He’s a Lhasa Apso, too and officially became my brother that day. I was so happy to see him that I tackled him and tried to make him chase me, but he only grumbled and stomped off somewhere. I followed him, because I am not that easy to ignore, and he was gonna love me whether he liked it or not.

Human calls me “Shiloh” and gave me the middle name “Rose”. I think of myself more as a Bella or possibly Diane, but whatever. I humor her and let her call herself my mom. I’ve been home with her now for several years, and I have a grandma and grandpa human, along with several dog siblings, but we’ll get to them laters.

This is the short story of how I got here. I have lots to say, and many stories to tell, so I hope you’ll visit me sometimes. With all this time around the humans and other dogs, and of course being in business for my own furry self, I have many observations, rants and general Shiloh-ness I must share with the world.

Welcome to my little corner of the interwebs!

_ Shiloh