The Wilson Files Part 2 - Wilson goes Walkies

This is the second in my blog piece about Wilson the dog.

The Wilson Files

 

Part Two " Wilson goes Walkies.

 

Hi, I’m Wilson and I live in a big house with a nice back yard along with my dad, The Doggett. We go for walks every day on a lead, have plenty to eat, lots of pats and most days a drive in the car.

 

One Friday night I was snoozing in front of the heater, along with The Doggett when the doorbell chimed. Normally, I like having guests visit. I leap to my feet and do my best to welcome them by jumping up and down as much as I can, but this was different. The guest stayed and our people drove off in the car without us. It turned out that our people had to go away for the weekend and they had arranged a puppy sitter!

 

The puppy sitter dumped his bag on the floor, gave each of us a pat then went in to watch the television. The Doggett and I followed him and would like to have been a bit more informed about the situation but he clearly wasn’t interested in any further mutual exchange, and he settled down to watch a film. I eventually sighed, put my head on my paws and went to sleep.

 

He wasn’t bad, the puppy sitter, but his heart wasn’t in it. I could tell he only took the gig as a favor to our people. He never read the list on the bench and I kept hoping he would; after all it was only three pages and detailed all our snacks and meals and I didn’t want to miss out on any of it.

 

On the second night the puppy sitter had friends over and they sat outside on the garden furniture talking and laughing until very late. When it became clear that the barbecue was over and no more chop bones would be forthcoming, The Doggett and I went to bed.

 

In the morning The Doggett was nowhere to be found. I wandered around on my own for a while, knowing the puppy sitter was probably still asleep, but I couldn’t find The Doggett. I did however, find the side gate had been left open. I suddenly realized I had majorly underestimated the worth of our puppy sitter and my regard for him skyrocketed. Silently thanking him, I bounded out onto the street.

 

It was a whole ‘nother world out there. I thought I would just have a little look around and come back home. How hard could it be? As it happened, I didn’t go back, well not for several hours. I ended up lost. A nice person found me on the street and took me into her house and fed me chicken, all cut up in little bits, with a bowl of milk. She even let me lie on her couch and watch the television. When I became bored with that, I had a nice view of the garden. I had a lovely time. The nice person gave me a slipper to chew and along with the chicken and milk, it was all very nice. The Doggett told me later that the puppy sitter was frantic when he found I was missing and drove around in his car for over an hour trying to find me. Finally, he asked some small people who were playing in the street if they had seen a puppy and they pointed in the direction of the nice person’s house.

 

I was very glad to see The Doggett. We caught up on things immediately by biting each other’s legs and jaws and trying to perform strangleholds on each other. Apparently, he had gone out through the gate as well, but he knew the way home so was back before the puppy sitter was out of bed.

 

Our people eventually arrived home and gave us the appropriate amount of hugs and kisses. We had our dinner and went into the television room to relax. I must admit to being a bit anxious whenever the doorbell chimed over the next few days. I was a little worried that our people might want to leave us with the puppy sitter again. It wasn’t being lost that bothered me, it was the fact that he didn’t read the list and I’m sure I missed out on one of my snacks.

 

Love Wilson