Hello
my friends. After receiving several resumes, thousands of e-mails, and
countless text messages I have decided upon the next member of the
Monster Pack. Thank you to all those who applied, and for the many
humans who gave us advice.
It
turned out that I did not have to look very far at all. When I used to
go to the groomers I met some Brussels Griffons. They seemed very
pleasant, and Mommy took great joy in seeing them and playing with them.
When I received the following resume I was intrigued.
“Dear
Judge Monster: I am a one year old Brussels Griffon. While you have
not met me you know some of my family members. My brother belongs to
Pat, who owns Groomingdales, your salon. I recently had a litter, and
then got spade. I am one of eight young Griffons living here and my Mom
is looking for a new home for me where I can be loved like a lap dog
and get lots of attention. Being a mother I believe I meet all your
requirements about leadership. Being one of eight dogs I have great
socialization skills. I do not have a lot of social networking skills
but I am an unwed mother who is faced with eviction and need a good
home. As the premier dog attorney, and now a Judge, I know you will be
fair with me. Thank you. Zell.”
I decided to pop down and see Zell in her dreams. She told me her stories, and I told her mine, and she told me that she really wanted to be part of my family. She was warm, and funny, and I could see how being a Mom made her very wise. She just wanted her own family. While I did find out that she was never in danger of being kicked out on the street, her time with her birth Mom’s family was ending, so it was the perfect match.
So now I had some dream surfing to do. I had to enter both Mommy’s and Daddy’s dreams and tell them both to consider a Brussels Griffon and to call Pat at the Groomers. When they woke up Mommy said she wanted to call Pat about the Griffons and Daddy said he was thinking the same thing (and yet neither one thought that was strange. Humans!)
I had to skip back up to the groomers and wait for Pat to fall asleep, then slip into her dreams and whisper that, when contacted by my parents, she needed to call Zell’s Mom, and, when Zell’s Mom told her about Zell, Pat would suggest that Zell’s Mom contact my Mom.
Whew!
Humans! So easily manipulated. The next night I swooped down to Florida into Zell’s Mom’s dream and whispered to her to offer Zell to my Mom. Bingo! Now we were cooking with gas. But then: Roadblock! Someone would have to get Zell and fly her up to Massachusetts.
Back to dream surfing. There is a woman who works at my groomers named Beth. I popped into her dreams and suggested that she needed to go down to see Zell’s Mom and bring back a pup for herself, and since she was down there, could she bring Zell home too? When Beth woke up in the morning, not sure why, she told her friends and family she needed to go down to Florida.
So now that I had it all setup I thought I could rest. But then I found out Mommy’s check to cover the expenses hadn’t arrived in Florida yet. So I had to go down to the post office, find the check, and make sure it got into Zell’s Mom’s mailbox. When she received it I thought finally, my work is done.
But there was one more hurdle. Zell’s Mom was taking her and Beth to the airport and they stopped at two stores on the way for a carrier for Zell and couldn’t find one. Oh man! Humans! It is very dangerous to try and get a message from the Bridge to someone who is driving. But I did, and I told her where an available carrier was. Then I had to sit on her shoulder and whisper to her to swerve into this lane and that to get them to the airport on time. They just made the plane.
After that I wasn’t taking any chances. I sat on the wing throughout the entire flight, and man was it cold. The plane landed safely, Beth and Zell got off and home safely.
The next day Mommy picked up Zell and gave her a new name. River Song. And she has fit in with my pack beautifully, as I knew she would. A total snuggle bug and a peaceful companion. Pocket is learning to do the big sister thing, she is tough sometimes, tender other times. And she lets River sleep in the bed which is very generous of her. River sleeps up by my Mommy’s head, and Pocket by her waist, and everything is very calm, except if River enters Pocket’s area, then it’s go time.
That first night I felt like my work was done, but I know that isn’t true. I will always have to keep an eye on my family, because even with River and Pocket they will be lost without me, as will my friends.
A Yorkie Angel's work is never done, but a major part of the start of rebuilding of my Mom’s heart has been completed.
And now here is River, let her Song begin.
You
talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell
else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here.
