They go off in mom’s car and she comes back later. Without Alpha. This means that I don’t have my crack-of-dawn weemail like I usually to. Although in all fairness – mom does sometimes take me when she comes back… but it’s not the same.
First few times she taxied him around – Luan was here so I elected to stay home and guard the boy. Or maybe he guarded me. Whatever!
Then Luan went home and she extended an invitation to my own furry self.
“Fudges,” she said, “would you like to come with me to go fetch Alpha?”
I shamelessly slobbered and wagged my whole butt in agreement.
Off we went.
But the dudes at security were not happy with my furry presence in the car.
“No,” they said. “No Dogs Allowed!”
I looked around. Dogs? Where do you see a dog?
I lifted my top lip ever so slightly and showed them just a teensy bit of fang.
They stood well back from the window (that was cracked open a smidgen) and waved their arms.
Mom got mad. She asked, in almost capital letters, how on earth she was supposed to fetch our Alpha if I was not allowed on campus.
Apparently it turned out that they thought it was possible for mom to turf me out the car and I could run around chomping people willy nilly.
This made mom even madder. Why on earth would she let her precious doglet out where there might be dangerous people?
Eventually they let us in – but only to the first parking lot. They kept a strict eye that we did not try and sneak down the road when they were not looking. Alpha had to walk.
So we made another plan. Alpha kindly agreed to walk a bit further – to outside the gates.
This way we don’t have to have any capital letters with the security dudes and I still get to have my daily outing in the car.
But it got even better.
First time, on the way home we stopped.
Hrooof… smelled familiar. My woggledy whiskers – we’d stopped at the veld.
For a walk… when it wasn’t even weekend.
We do it most evenings now.
* As told to Ginny Stone
