Horoscopic
Funny how quickly things can change. Something comes out of the blue when you least expect it, and you wind up on your butt, sometimes literally. Wow, I sure did live up to the Leo prediction, just not in the way I imagined.
So, I took a walk around the neighborhood to clear my head and get my blood pumping. It felt good...the day was overcast, but warm. I went to the small local park and sat under a tree and ate some yogurt...and just dozed.
I didn't even see them coming. My ears filled with excited yipping, and before I knew it I was covered in puppies. Licking, barking, scrambling puppies. A little girl was trying to keep them all on leashes, but not having much success. She was really apologetic and scared that I was mad, but I told her not to worry about it.
The puppies looked very odd indeed. They were dalmatians, but their spots weren't black. Most were a kind of blue-gray, and a few were even orange! I commented on this, and Lisa (the girl) explained that her family bred dalmatians. Thanks to some genetic uh-oh, these pups came out with colored spots.
Breed standards don't allow for dalmatians like these. Some breeders actually euthanize "rejected" puppies, can you believe it? Just for being the wrong color! But Lisa's family wasn't like that; they were hoping to find homes for the pups.
I shouldn't have.
But I did.
They were giving them away! And if you saw how cute the little guys and gals were...and if they didn't find takers, they'd have to take the puppies to a shelter...
Yes. There is now a cute little lemon-spotted puppy romping around my apartment. My cat has taken up residence in a kitchen cupboard and will never, ever, forgive me.
It was such an impulsive thing to do! I blame the stupid horoscope. But what am I going to do now?
So, I took a walk around the neighborhood to clear my head and get my blood pumping. It felt good...the day was overcast, but warm. I went to the small local park and sat under a tree and ate some yogurt...and just dozed.
I didn't even see them coming. My ears filled with excited yipping, and before I knew it I was covered in puppies. Licking, barking, scrambling puppies. A little girl was trying to keep them all on leashes, but not having much success. She was really apologetic and scared that I was mad, but I told her not to worry about it.
The puppies looked very odd indeed. They were dalmatians, but their spots weren't black. Most were a kind of blue-gray, and a few were even orange! I commented on this, and Lisa (the girl) explained that her family bred dalmatians. Thanks to some genetic uh-oh, these pups came out with colored spots.
Breed standards don't allow for dalmatians like these. Some breeders actually euthanize "rejected" puppies, can you believe it? Just for being the wrong color! But Lisa's family wasn't like that; they were hoping to find homes for the pups.
I shouldn't have.
But I did.
They were giving them away! And if you saw how cute the little guys and gals were...and if they didn't find takers, they'd have to take the puppies to a shelter...
Yes. There is now a cute little lemon-spotted puppy romping around my apartment. My cat has taken up residence in a kitchen cupboard and will never, ever, forgive me.
It was such an impulsive thing to do! I blame the stupid horoscope. But what am I going to do now?